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June 30, 2010

One Shot Wednesday: Lost Echo

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

22 comments:

  1. great poem. the last line really adds a pow!

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  2. this 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).

    You clearly have the touch, my friend. Your usual masterful work. :)

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  3. Murder...........there has been a Murder!

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  4. This is haunting, especially last two stanzas. All life is worthy of some respect.

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  5. Interesting subject. You have given words to things that are not noticed very often or not thought of if noticed. I like it. :)

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  6. This is such a sad poem. It truly expresses those bad days.

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  7. Nothing...

    It is in the nothings that we really find wisdom. As you did. Thanks for posting this.

    forgone and forgotten

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  8. Oh...this was sad, Eric. Like a home once loved and now abandoned...

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  9. it is all a matter of perspective... as everything happens for a reason :)

    I love your "Lost Echo" food for though

    :)

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  10. "Nothing
    Yet, somehow, even less"

    True, but now you've immortalized them in poetry! Nice.

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  11. Bubba...you burst my bubble. I will never again sweep a fly into the trash the same way.
    Deep meanings in a dead fly. Nice.

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  12. hi eric-- this is lovely-- and sad. but sadness is good-- weeping cleanses--; and i agree that each image powerfully conveys your meaning/intention--

    xjenne'

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  13. This is wonderful, Eric. It speaks to me of the futility that sometimes haunts life. I really like it. Good job!

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  14. somehow even less than nothing..haunting but stunningly written..i also like the
    dead fly on the windowsill
    unmourned and unloved...

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  15. I will register here my sincere admiration for this poem. Great one, thanks for sharing.

    S.

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  16. The insignificance of self is highlighted and magnified in "certain" situations...
    This was the perfect poem to describe that feeling.. and the title -- LOVED it!! Those last 2 lines were super deep and mind numbing... phew!!!

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  17. Dear Eric

    Yet some how even less... The fly swept into trash.. powerful words .. I enjoy it...
    Thanks for sharing..

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    Twitter: @VerseEveryDay
    Blog: http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com

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  18. shivers
    "Nothing
    Yet, somehow, even less"

    as noted sparse in words, but heavy in meaning

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  19. this is brillant - and the last stanza a real kicker...really enjoyed it all a real feeling of what something less is...bkm

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  20. hi 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

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  21. Your 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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