SHE NEEDS FEWER ECHOES
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SHE NEEDS FEWER ECHOES
SHE NEEDS FEWER ECHOES
She needs fewer echos in her home.
They invade every nook and cranny,
every drawer when opened speaks;
between pages of every single book
are squeezed emphatic,
rambunctious, demanding sounds.
Her only escape is in the night
when welcomed dreams bring ecstatic,
diaphanous, yet glorious meetings
with the one who planted echoes
as his spirit reluctantly departed.
She speaks his name with such care
gently wrapping her lips around
the letters like baby kisses
so as not to break each dream.
And he? He stands in the doorway
between now and then, here and there,
smiling with his arms open to her…
but is silent for he needs no words –
they have all been left behind.
© Allen Ansell 2022
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It reads a bit like a poetic version of a scene from the movie Ghost… I’m imagining a black and white scenery with a misty old school eighties look… Sad, but beautiful.
Yes, I too felt it was a memory of departed love, the lost love living in the tokens of her everyday life. Yet again Allen – your poem excels!
I really felt the pain of a widow who lost her husband, her grief and loneliness… I can’t imagine how people cope with the pain and stress after their spouse’s death especially when it happens unexpectedly. Anyway, this poem touched my heart. Keep on writing Allen!
Thank you for your comment, Amanda. Until we have experienced an event in life we can only imagine what it feels like. In the case of a death, to be somewhat flippant for a moment, we likewise have no idea what it is like for the deceased. It is a two way street, really… unfortunately, as we see it now. Maybe when we have passed over we will see it in a completely new and different light. Allen