That's extremely powerful to use something as simple as a collection of sheets as a symbol for the lives that were once wrapped up in them. Very thought-provoking indeed... 🏯😎🏯
Ahh, that is so true! The heart says so much more than words ever can. And when two hearts are communicating in perfect harmony with each other, it's absolutely magical... 🏯😎🏯
You're very welcome! It's always very special to hear those echoes of those we've lost, whenever they occur, and to have those brief moments where it feels like they're here again... 🏯😎🏯
These attacks are always sickening and senseless, but to involve a place of worship, and children, is particularly abhorrent. What a terrible tragedy... 🏯😎🏯
Ahh, those pesky Trolls! It must be incredibly tricky to live under bridges these days, too, with the water levels constantly fluctuating due to climate change! 🏯😎🏯
Every line you wrote sounds like the house itself speaking, not just of what passed through, but of what it still holds. That last threshold doesn’t just carry her—it becomes her.
Bill, your series moves like stones placed in water—each stanza sending out its own circle. I felt the heartbeat, the ghost of regret, the choir of layered voices. Echo after echo, and then the yard reshaped, as if even silence must rearrange itself after sound.
I listen closely to
But the soft cry fades away-
Only an echo.
Very nice! It's always difficult to be left with just an echo, for sure, when the chance to make a difference has passed... 🏯😎🏯
Oops, get rid of the word “to”- appeared from nowhere in my haiku 🫤🤨😊
Ahh, it's the echo of a gremlin in the system! Haha... 🏯😎🏯
I thought about trying to make a haiku out of my disclaimer of the gremlin 🤣
Thirty thousand sheets,
power folds into itself—
echo hides the names.
That's extremely powerful to use something as simple as a collection of sheets as a symbol for the lives that were once wrapped up in them. Very thought-provoking indeed... 🏯😎🏯
Thank you so much. It was in my mind when your call arrived. I am still pondering about my note, maybe the haiku will suffice.
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Nice! Don't see a political haiku every day. I love how you did that.
Thank you Susan, today it felt fitting to the occasion. There is a lot of echo in there….
That’s for sure. The line about sheets folding because of power was subtle and very powerful. Excellent.
I left my heart etched
In a memory canyon
An echo returned.
Ahh, that's wonderful! Those echoes of past loves never leave us, and they can often be very comforting, for sure... 🏯😎🏯
I echo your words
but I long instead to hear
the beat of your heart
Ahh, that is so true! The heart says so much more than words ever can. And when two hearts are communicating in perfect harmony with each other, it's absolutely magical... 🏯😎🏯
A cave of echoes
Lost voices of loved dear ones
I visit there some
Thank you , Chris !
You're very welcome! It's always very special to hear those echoes of those we've lost, whenever they occur, and to have those brief moments where it feels like they're here again... 🏯😎🏯
Thank you , Susan !
Thank you , Bill!
Thank you , Jeannine!
Thank you , Gloria !
Thank you , Carl!
Thank you , Jay🦁🐯
This tragedy is on my mind.
——
Stained glass shards rain down
Gunshots echo through the church
Tiny lives snuffed out
These attacks are always sickening and senseless, but to involve a place of worship, and children, is particularly abhorrent. What a terrible tragedy... 🏯😎🏯
Yes! It is NOT normal! It is abhorrent!
Doubt, worry, despair,
Or faith, love and compassion -
What do you echo?
What a beautiful and important message! We definitely need more faith, love and compassion in the world these days... 🏯😎🏯
Pray we all echo these...
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Paddle the wee boat
Echo carries our curses
The troll shall hear us
Ahh, those pesky Trolls! It must be incredibly tricky to live under bridges these days, too, with the water levels constantly fluctuating due to climate change! 🏯😎🏯
Or might just be that said climate change is a troll conspiracy theory, to make people go under bridges so they become troll food!
Separated by
realm and time, yet your presence
still echoes inside
Absolutely! Those kind of echoes are a very powerful thing, when we feel them. And a very comforting thing, too... 🏯😎🏯
Online marketplace
Sit by the dock of the bay
Repeat customer
Ahh, that's a fun one! Sitting by the bay, browsing eBay. What an ideal, and idyllic, way to shop. Haha... 🏯😎🏯
Thank you for the shout out, Chris!
You're very welcome! Have a great weekend... 😎
I
Old wood remembers,
an echo of centuries—
the girl hums softly.
II
Her book open wide,
words echo against the grain,
door leans in closer.
III
Stone stoop cradles her,
echo of laughter lingers,
the door feels her hug.
…
Every threshold carries an echo—
sometimes of footsteps leaving,
sometimes of voices returning.
This one carries her.
Every line you wrote sounds like the house itself speaking, not just of what passed through, but of what it still holds. That last threshold doesn’t just carry her—it becomes her.
A Reverberation Of Echoes
1
The waves proved it true
An echocardiogram
Found he had a heart
2
Reverberations
On pathways across my mind
Where she still exists
3
Words silently grasp
Echoes of earlier times
Regret is past due
4
Paul’s voice sounded pure
Echoed by a simple trick
Layered like a choir
5
Echo sent shivers
Loud noises shaping the yard
Into something new
Bill, your series moves like stones placed in water—each stanza sending out its own circle. I felt the heartbeat, the ghost of regret, the choir of layered voices. Echo after echo, and then the yard reshaped, as if even silence must rearrange itself after sound.
Amazing! Thank you for your poetic response! I love the way you extended my writing and saw that something extra.
Thank you for your kind words, Bill
The dream: an echo
a message sent long ago
but now meaningless
Apple blossoms drip
Into a reflecting pool
The past ripples by
The past echos our thoughts from as far back as we can remember. Though I am not Narcissus, I have sat often by that pool.
Gorgeous response. Please indulge me. I couldn't resist.
Our past echoes thoughts.
Though I am not Narcissus
I sit at that pool.
Very nice. I could not help but think of the myth of Echo and Narcissus.
I can’t believe I didn’t. My Substack is called Modern Mythology!😭😊
I love you, said he
Into the nothingness cave
I love you, it said