Merril at dVerse has invited us to use echo in a poem.
Photo: found on YouTube
“Life is an echo. What you send out comes back.” Zig Zigglar
Silence Coming Back
I questioned the night and
the night questioned me,
as the question so the answer
faintly asked
faintly answered,
a familiar voice,
what of me,
what of night,
I sat in silence and pondered
a pondering ponder,
it was then I let go of myself
and found the answer
an echo of silence
coming back.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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Oh! that inner voice
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Yes, that’s exactly it, thank you 🙂
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I can hear that echo running through the poem. It works really well 🙂
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Thanks so much chris – that is helpful feedback indeed.
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I like the paradox of the silent echo at the end.
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Thank you for highlighting that Frank, and, so glad you like it.
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In the beginning was silence
and the word broke it.
Like this stellar pondering.
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Thank you so much Jane, a wonderful response.
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Sometimes, it’s best to keep quiet.
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That is so, and yet at times, so difficult.
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Yep. There are people who should never open their mouths in public and others who should shout louder.
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Yes, absolutely so.
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Alexa is broken, I don’t have my echo.
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lol
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🙂
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🙂
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I keep re-reading this. I really like it–simply said, but thoughtful–the inner voice? The voice of the universe? The echo of the stars? All and none perhaps.
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All and none, that is indeed the key, thank you for drawing that out Merril, and for your encouraging response.
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You’re very welcome.
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that quote is priceless, Zig is zen!
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Indeed he is, thank you Kate 🙂
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Reblogged this on Alessandria today @ Web Media. Pier Carlo Lava.
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Many thanks for doing that 🙂
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The echoes in this poem remind me of being in the middle of the woods at night. The darkness is so immense the echoes come out.
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Yes, I love hiking and camping and I can agree readily to how you accurately put it into words.
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Somehow, as I read this poem, I am hearing Simon and Garfunkel’s “Sounds of Silence”. Love that song, and your poem … both bring me peace.
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Thank you so much for the delightful compliment Jill, very much appreciated.
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Oh yes, only within silence one can hear the inner voice.
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Exactly so Michael, we’ll said.
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I really liked this poem… the silence coming back… sometimes that is the best answer we can get (or give)
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Absolutely, and there are times that is so healing. Many thanks Bjorn.
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Loved this, Paul!! The wisdom and genius of silence and solitude and thinking outside the box. Especially, loved your ending – “I sat in silence and pondered
a pondering ponder,
it was then I let go of myself
and found the answer
an echo of silence
coming back.”
Masterful, My Friend!!!
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Charles thank you for reflecting on this this, and for your encouraging words.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Be sure to come and enjoy Paul’s masterful poem!!
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Thank you so much Charles, very kind.
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I love the contemplative style of this poem
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I thought you might, thank you Lyn
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