Thursday, December 17, 2009

The Heartbroken of Narcissus

Your buried past
above ground, once
when it all began
with a whimper

A pity, then
you did not think
among instinct
to write it down

I wonder, then
in all your vanity
was she your lover?
or just survival?

Did you speak?
or did you whisper?
those who care
still listen

to the echoes left among stone
left among stone

21 comments:

Alan Burnett said...

There is almost a Cohenesque feel to this, I can imagine him croaking out the words to a guitar backing.

Brian Miller said...

nice...whispers in the stone...thats the second post today including whispers...maybe if history could yell we would listen?

subby said...

"those who care stil listen"; and hopefully pass it down to their children, wot? Nice!

Tess Kincaid said...

Ooo. Shivers. I like the echoing lines at the end.

Betsy said...

This was very nice...one of my faves of yours! Love the whispers and echoes...

Wings said...

Interesting...

Kate Hanley said...

Very nice and lyrical, I can almost hear this as a song. BTW - loved your previous post about film which, even more than theater, is a collaborative art and you pointed that out so brilliantly.

Mmm said...

I'm with Willow, love the ending. Good post.

Kris said...

This poem is history!

e said...

This.is.fabulous. I.especially.love.the.ending.

Happy TT!

Janice said...

"echoes left among the stone" - I like that.

Leah said...

I agree with the above--very song-like, really potent

Liza Ursu said...

I love this.
Thanks for sharing.

Rebecca said...

This is wonderful! Thanks for sharing..

Jill said...

I like this one a great deal.
Those who care still listen...these people...who care...not so many of them anymore...people tend to just go about THEIR business. I SO want to be one of the ones that cares!!

Dreamhaven said...

So many listen only to themselves,no matter who else is talking. A thought-provoking post.

Bitsy said...

I liked this, except for the last line.
You did not need it.

Lorenzo — Alchemist's Pillow said...

Woe is us if we stop listening to the echoes of mythology. Very nice, Jeff

Cinnamon said...

Lovely piece. There is a lot we can wonder about. I liked the ending too :)

She Writes said...

Did you speak?
or did you whisper?
those who care
still listen

Poetry too? Beautiful.

PattiKen said...

Reading the comments, and assuming these folks know more than I do about cars, I guess I should like it. But...

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