Lin Lane Poet Free verse

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Dilly's How the echo filters reality contest * 12/2/24

Echoing Refrain

Ghostly, my echoes are moans floating in the air
like muffled murmurs carried on the wind
or rippling waves across a calm sea.
If I'd been singing lyrics to a sad melody,
I'd hear the haunting words until they'd fade away.
Where they end up, I'll never know.
How far do echoes go traveling from here to there?

Maybe they scatter through distant hills,
whispering as if they're telling my secrets. 
Gossips, repeating in the timbre of my voice...
always in a rush to run away from me,
like children playing hide and seek
who cannot hush to keep me from finding them.
Even now I still hear my words in refrain.

Echoes are mirrored images of my voice 
but in reverberating sounds instead of visions.
Reflective and repetitive,
with the ability to mimic my words,
only speaking what's been spoken.
I wish they had the ability
to filter words I'd rather they omit.
Things that in anger, I scream and shout.

I doubt the reality of that.
Only echoes in the Twilight Zone
would be so bizarre to be able
to manipulate my voice with one of their own.
Strange, how much louder they sound in the dark.

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thriveni c mysore December 4, 2024 at 9:53 PM congratulations on your win dear poet.'I wish they had the ability to filter words I'd rather they omit'. cheers.

Andrea Dietrich December 4, 2024 at 9:29 AM Way to go with your win, Lin. A very fine example of free verse writing.

JC Brul December 4, 2024 at 8:44 AM What an excellent rendition that aptly captures the haunting nature of echoes The contrast between reflection and frustration adds emotional depth. Congratulations on your awesome win. ^__^ JCB

Duke Beaufort December 3, 2024 at 6:06 AM Lin, sounds and thoughts mingle. Once we've let them out, who knows how they are perceived. As you note, even we sometimes may wonder about that which we've uttered. It's hard but we can try to filter the anger out ahead of time if we take time to consider our feelings. Not so easy to control that...road rage for words? Smiles, of course!!!

Tom Cunningham December 2, 2024 at 12:59 PM Where do those echos end up I wonder and do they ever end. A well written verse Lin, it's right up Dilly's street, I know it will do well. Hope your week is is off to a good start. I agree with John, it should be POTD and I'm faving it. Tom Lin Lane December 2, 2024 at 1:25 PM Thanks, Tom. It was an unusual challenge and I put it off for days not knowing what or if to write for it. Appreciate the fave, too.

John Lawless December 2, 2024 at 8:55 AM "Strange, how much louder they sound in the dark."....that line alone makes this an absolute FAVE....and a definite POEM OF THE DAY.....(imnsho) a masterful write Lin....OH...the captcha is VXN...you little devil you Lin Lane December 2, 2024 at 9:08 AM Careful there, John or you'll give me a reputation. as if... I'm sure I already have one or two. Thanks for your accolades on this one. I had no idea where my echoes would travel after the first line, but if they reached your ears(eyes) for such glowing comments, their destination was on target.