THE ECHO RETURNS NOT
Even if it’s poetic wording from the start
When a message is delivered with feeling
One expects some sort of echo in return
For a response or answer one may yearn
But without such, any soul needs healing
The absence of any echo hurts the heart
Despite lessons that were taught in school
About sound waves and that physics stuff
There are chambers designed as anechoic
And to bear the silence one must be stoic
Walls absorbing it all like a carpet of fluff
And for any echo, one would feel the pull
With no reply, was anything truly received
A modest need for at the least, one word
To be sure that a meaning was understood
Otherwise the sound of knocking on wood
At least be assured that it was really heard
By even a slight echo, one can be relieved
Categories:
anechoic, repetition,
Form: Rhyme
The echo location finding the reverberating pin drop a quite quiet juxtaposition then becoming the sound within The slowing beat of the heart The last blink heard then thoughts of a proverbial tree Pertaining to hearing when the soul leaves
Categories:
anechoic, imagination, introspection, irony, perspective,
Form: Grook
I
king of the hostile quasar !
stelliferous beast without origin
anechoic void-crown usurper of the throne without end
upon a tundra in the cosmic septentrional :
fantastically obscure to the naked human eye
and shrouded in the asterism of shadows !
gatekeepers of the GN-z11 realm,
amethyst-fanged beasts of the farthest space
pursuing from beyond the ultimate meridian
to battle the flame-born basilisks of Alpha Scorpii
the star-beasts battle in constellatory theatre,
a timeless outing of the yet another
anniversary cosmic implosion
II
hostile whorls in the night-sky
spin into mass hypnotic effect
cruor of celestial bodies splatter
alizarin spasms across the death-black vista
which emanates across the heliosphere
as hallucination becomes reality becomes hallucination
lines between
cosmophobia and cosmonoia
are blurred
mystical systems of glyphic code
etched into bedrocks as star-maps
guide the madman into liminal states
between this and the great obscure other
Categories:
anechoic, angst, dark, fantasy,
Form: Free verse