Sometimes that echo reverberates so quickly it never seems to leave. But usually, though not always, the time between echoes gradually increases so that it becomes more bearable. Until the next one. Very to the point, Jacob.
well done ... deeply felt in just the title ... i have felt the grief that echos through the years ... you collapse in it ... the weeping unconstrained ... once spent ...that quiet calls us all ...maybe a healing over time ... :( i agree with Crowley ... pretty genius sir
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As still as an echo can be...and that is saying a lot for exhibitionism's call. I really had to think this through, and I think it is a little bit of genius.
grief's echo, the title alone is incredibly moving
I feel the echo, the silent cries in my chest that throb and throb so heavily in those moments of grieving
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..