She wanted to love him forever:
even when the gossip
of midstream
carried her down to the ocean,
where she shared
questions with crying seagulls:
Who is there?
is there?
there?
Then she left her lament,
an echo
in the cave
of hollow youth,
a mockingbird in rebirthed song.
Inside mimed whispers
in the undercurrent
of the Styx's
silence,
words pleaded:
Don't leave me
leave me
me
.
Author notes
Echo and Narcissus -- applied.
A contest entry
- Echo by Pamela A Lamppa.
5250 points, ended April 7, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Would love to know the artist of the beautiful image used.
A very fine poem penned beautifully to the prompts. I did enjoy this piece very much. Very effective use of words to express echo and Echo and Narcissus. I loved where you went with this.
Thank you for this delight. Best of luck in the judging. ~Pamela
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A very good poem
Very good poem
Good poem
Poem.
You still amaze with your wonderful words. What a talent courses through you. Good luck on the contest.
CaliOkie
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a good poem, poem, poem... ah love, sometimes it gets carried away by the ripples and all we can do is sing our tears and sigh.
throw me a armband full of
kisses, isses, sses, ses, es, s...
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Beautiful
This is a powerful tale of lost love, and it will resonate with many readers, I think. I like "his hollow youth" and the subtle description of his inability to forget. I know someone like that.
"Whose is there?" perhaps "who".
Best of luck, sweetheart!
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A haunting and beautifully-written poem.
Bill
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