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Feb 20, 2011
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Ripples and Echos...
As the ripples fade into the distance
Small waves lap at memories' shores
Eroding the edges
Echoing back to me
The words I said
Seem distorted now
I shouted loud enough...
It's not my fault
You weren't paying attention
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - draft
Comments
Geezer
14 years 5 months ago
It was...
supposed to be humorous, and letting somone know, that they aren't listening. Sometimes we only hear what we want to hear. Sometimes, we just don't understand what we are hearing. I'm sure that you have listened to a song many times, and even sung along with it, only to find out sometime later, that the words you have heard, aren't the words that are really there. Thanks for listening. LOL ~ Love ya, ~ Gee
raj
14 years 5 months ago
Dear Gee
Very reflective of the mood and echoes of the heart which can be perceived in this write...a very nice title to go with it too...
Geezer
14 years 5 months ago
Thanks...
I tried to convey a reflective mood in this write. After all, echoes are mirrors of sound. The title was something that just came to me, after reading a comment by someone else here at the site. Thanks for the read and I'm glad you liked it. ~ Geezer
Geezer
14 years 5 months ago
I think...
most of us do that, at least occasionally. We ride the little ripples, sailing blithely along, and then find out that we missed the big wave. Hey, where did everybody go? Thanks for the "brilliant". Although I might get a slap on the back of the head for it, I'll take it.
Love ya, ~ Gee
Geezer
14 years 5 months ago
At first...
I didn't see what you were hinting at with the line of: memory's shore/memories' shores, but now I do. It was meant in the plural of memory and shore. The ripples I spoke of, didn't roll off out to sea. It was more a lake or pond. Being more self contained, I tried to leave the impression that the person wasn't interpeting what I was saying, but eroding what I said, until I was unsure of it myself. ~ Geezer
Pixee
14 years 5 months ago
Hello Geezer
It has been a while since we have talked. I do love your poem a lot. It is short and to the point. Not many write short poems and make them come out good. I truly enjoyed reading your poems. They are alway a great poems. I enjoy reading all the poems, but it is hard to respond to everyone. Keep on writing my friend. Read you later.
Written by: Pixee
Poetry is the living soul of the writer.
Your Friend,
Pixee
wolfycat
14 years 5 months ago
yes...
Listening and comprehension...art forms!
Great write:)
wolfy
Geezer
14 years 5 months ago
Thanks...
for the read. The arts of listening and comprehension, are directly tied to an open mind, not an empty one. ~ Geezer
Geezer
14 years 5 months ago
Surrealism...
is the objective, subconcious workings of the mind. Whatever you heard, is not what I said, and even if it was; I wouldn't admit it.
LOL . Love and higgest bugs, ~ Gee
Kailashana2
14 years 5 months ago
Never ever begin a poem with
Never ever begin a poem with *as*, or I'll have the poet police arrest you.
ripples fade into distance
make small waves at memories' shores
Eroding the edges
words I said
echo
distortion now
I shouted loud enough...
It's not my fault
You weren't paying attention
(love the last paragraph!!!!!!!!!!!) Bull's eye!!!!!!!!!!!
~A
Geezer
14 years 5 months ago
I'll file...
countercharges, for changing my poem into Haiku. LOL That last paragraph, was actually the idea that started the poem to begin with. ~ Gee
pleiades
14 years 5 months ago
i found 2 tones to this ..
i found 2 tones to this ...humorous, and not so humorous
as first, i wasn't too sure of the word 'fade' in
context with ripples dissipating ...the only other
word i could think of to suit, was 'diminish' ...
but 'fade' just sounds more poetic ...it has grown on me!
i like how you've said what you have here, in
a reletively short write
some subjects suit shorter writes ...they can carry
so much more impact
i think that's the case here
well thought out and executed
your last 2 lines kick arse!
cheers
p
Geezer
14 years 5 months ago
Sometimes...
it's hard to judge when to stop. But there are instances when you just know. This seemed to be one of times. Thanks, ~ Gee
Race_9togo
14 years 5 months ago
Hey Gee
I liked this one a lot; funny, a little sad, and a great cadence.
Geezer
14 years 5 months ago
I wanted it to be a little
I wanted it to be a little funny, and think that it is sad, that there are so many people that never hear what you are really saying, because they've already heard it the way they wanted to. Thanks, ~ Gee
Candlewitch
14 years 4 months ago
Dear Sir Gee,
Funny, yet a lot sad, when someone you want to communicate with cannot hear you due to laziness or preconceived misguidance.
I shouted loud enough...
It's not my fault
You weren't paying attention
very good!
love, Cat
Geezer
14 years 4 months ago
Thank you...
I was sure that people would get this one. Glad to see that I was right. Love ya, ~ Gee
Xavier Sleuth
3 years 11 months ago
This hit hard-
"It's not my fault,
You weren't paying attention."
Mr. Geez Guy, I know the feeling.
This poem gives NF vibes.
Geezer
3 years 11 months ago
Glad...
you relate and enjoyed ~ Geez.
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