Echoed

March 25, 2014

A shout shouted,  a gunshot shot—
each echo echoes the plea
for a new silence.
A car crashes, a flight turns to violence.
A belief is lost in the night,
the night itself, a state of fright,
an act of active imagination,
a kind of poet’s poem sung to music—
music that you used to play, my dear.
Isolde, say. From one chord to the next,
the discord of love, by a man-god who
changed into all the harmonies
your child-soul could take.
A baby crying all night,
a cry just to keep alive the twilight
as twilight echoes dawn—
as twilight echoes dawn.

Shouted.

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4 Responses to “Echoed”

  1. John Stevens Says:

    Powerful lines these Jim, and a strikingly different tone of voice from the ironical, quizzical, one I find in many Extra Simile poems. I love the echo towards the end, and that final shout – neither is, shall we say, easy on the ear.

  2. extrasimile Says:

    Thanks, John. Interesting about the change of voice. I’ll have to think about that.

  3. Anna Mark Says:

    It is a very stirring poem, all the way through. It does echo, it keeps me going back to read it again, giving it the effect of a shout (perhaps?). The man-god is especially interesting to me, as is the element of music, and the child-soul, and the one reference to “my dear”. A love poem and one that ends with morning which is hopeful, to me.

    I, too, sense a different voice. My poems, too, often have such different tones. I’m not sure if you read my “man-god” poem, but it’s there…

    What a poem this one is. My heart echoes.

  4. Thomas Davis Says:

    This seems to have some of the alliteration and end and inner rhyme found in the old Celtic forms, Jim. It sings. It is also more impressionistic than most of the work you do. That’s interesting in itself. Are you starting a new direction without realizing it?
    From one chord to the next,
    the discord of love, by a man-god who
    changed into all the harmonies
    your child-soul could take.
    What lines! I take it this means that the man-god became all the harmonies the child-soul still inside the man could absorb and still be a man. The discord of love!
    Then, the finale, the child’s cry (the child inside the man) that keeps alive the twilight
    as twilight echoes dawn—
    as twilight echoes dawn.
    Existence is all a circle, isn’t it? Does that extend to old age, twilight, too?
    Twilight, dawn, the child, man-god, love, gunshot, plea for silence, belief lost in the night…
    All shouted!


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