Unheeded wisdom
reduced to mere prattle
A phone ringing
in an empty house
A socket
without a plug
The perfect cast
wasted on a dead, muddy pond
A dead fly on the windowsill
unmourned and unloved
swept into the trash from whence it came
Nothing
Yet, somehow, even less
great poem. the last line really adds a pow!
ReplyDeletethis is what poetry is supposed to be: images/lines where every word is a a firebomb of meaning(s), the lines/language are spare and striking, and I don't rub my eyes thinking, "I wish this wanna-be 'poet' would abandon the mental wankery and cut to the f***king point already!" (LOL).
ReplyDeleteYou clearly have the touch, my friend. Your usual masterful work. :)
Murder...........there has been a Murder!
ReplyDeleteThis is haunting, especially last two stanzas. All life is worthy of some respect.
ReplyDeleteInteresting subject. You have given words to things that are not noticed very often or not thought of if noticed. I like it. :)
ReplyDeleteThis is such a sad poem. It truly expresses those bad days.
ReplyDeleteNothing...
ReplyDeleteIt is in the nothings that we really find wisdom. As you did. Thanks for posting this.
forgone and forgotten
Oh...this was sad, Eric. Like a home once loved and now abandoned...
ReplyDeleteI like this, Nice work.
ReplyDeleteAnita.
it is all a matter of perspective... as everything happens for a reason :)
ReplyDeleteI love your "Lost Echo" food for though
:)
"Nothing
ReplyDeleteYet, somehow, even less"
True, but now you've immortalized them in poetry! Nice.
Bubba...you burst my bubble. I will never again sweep a fly into the trash the same way.
ReplyDeleteDeep meanings in a dead fly. Nice.
hi eric-- this is lovely-- and sad. but sadness is good-- weeping cleanses--; and i agree that each image powerfully conveys your meaning/intention--
ReplyDeletexjenne'
This is wonderful, Eric. It speaks to me of the futility that sometimes haunts life. I really like it. Good job!
ReplyDeletesomehow even less than nothing..haunting but stunningly written..i also like the
ReplyDeletedead fly on the windowsill
unmourned and unloved...
I will register here my sincere admiration for this poem. Great one, thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteS.
The insignificance of self is highlighted and magnified in "certain" situations...
ReplyDeleteThis was the perfect poem to describe that feeling.. and the title -- LOVED it!! Those last 2 lines were super deep and mind numbing... phew!!!
Dear Eric
ReplyDeleteYet some how even less... The fly swept into trash.. powerful words .. I enjoy it...
Thanks for sharing..
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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ReplyDelete"Nothing
Yet, somehow, even less"
as noted sparse in words, but heavy in meaning
this is brillant - and the last stanza a real kicker...really enjoyed it all a real feeling of what something less is...bkm
ReplyDeletehi eric...this was one of your best...really liked this...and the end was amazing....so glad you chose to share this one...cheers pete
ReplyDeleteYour poem has the appearance of simplicity but is quite powerful and thought provoking. I have to say it too -- that last stanza, just brilliant! Thank you for sharing.
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