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she loved him
deeply
more than deeply
more than deeply
knowing
it would never be mutual
it would never be mutual
knowing it could never be
he only had eyes for himself
on a mission of self absorption
obsessed with his reflection
overwhelmed by his wonderment
he only had eyes for himself
on a mission of self absorption
obsessed with his reflection
overwhelmed by his wonderment
nevertheless she needed to be
near him
his presence gave her joy
his absence grief
even when he was transformed
into a narcissus flower
she kept him close
day and night
near him
his presence gave her joy
his absence grief
even when he was transformed
into a narcissus flower
she kept him close
day and night
Yes, thoughtfully written.
ReplyDeleteI like the dilemma you convey in this poem - If only he would have looked up - Jae
ReplyDeleteSilly boy that he was! But it is a wistful and beautiful, touching poem, Rall...
ReplyDeleteA beautiful ekphrastic poem of intense love and anguish.
ReplyDeleteA sad tale I have lived. Except I eventually stomped on the narcissus flower, lol. You have told this tale so well. One feels for the woman.
ReplyDeleteOh, you've written the poetry in the image perfectly.
ReplyDeleteWritten beautifully Rall❤️
ReplyDeleteRall, this feels so tender to me—the way you wove Echo’s devotion into the myth is so good, especially that closing image of her keeping him close even after his transformation. 💜
ReplyDeleteMuch love,
David
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Nice poem, Rall 👏
ReplyDeleteA very beautiful and evocative poem. I’m familiar with this legend but you’ve written it beautifully.
ReplyDeleteSadje
So beautifully said.
ReplyDeleteAs Sherry remarked, I also [just once] lived this tale. Your mirror poem reflects it perfectly!!!!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written!
ReplyDeleteOh, I know this love.
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