The hollow in your pillow,
is a void
still warm,
an echo of the dreams
we shared
but split in two.
You only saw yourself,
while
the only voice
I ever heard was
mine —
deluded in reflections
we are tethered
to the echo
of ourselves.
Echo and Narcissus by John William Waterhouse
A short poem on the topic of Echo. Merril hosts at dVerse and I tried to use both the mythology as well as echo in a wider sense.
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December 10, 2019
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I felt a sense of loss and an absence created by loneliness and an inability to connect with others. Where the sense is of your own self importance regardless of the world around you. the echo is like a mirror with only one image.
Which is exactly the myth of Echo and Narcissus… he could only see himself and she could only talk to herself.
You had me at that first line Bjorn. Your words are intricately woven.
I like the direct simplicity of this. Two such sad cases.
This is so simple and profound, Björn. A wonderful re-telling of the myth–filled with sadness and loss.
I really liked to simplify the myth to the bare essence.
You did it well.
Powerful symbology here, Bjorn. Alas, it happens all too often…
We work for a lifetime on our communication skills, researching and striving for love; no sharing with these two, empty lust sprinkled with arrogance–love your last stanza.
Beautifully done. Yes, the echo of ourselves….
This is so sadly true so much of the time.
That second stanza is fantastic! It summarizes the myth in a new way and can also be applied to the end of a relationship.
Profound in its simplicity!
Reblogged this on Reena Saxena.
Thank you
I love the title, Björn, and the way you have instilled a short poem with echoes of the myth. Your opening lines, ‘The hollow in your pillow, / is a void / still warm’ are full of emptiness, and you’ve captured the story succinctly in the final lines.
A deep and beautiful poem, Björn. How wonderfully you express
the echo – the self absorbed existence.
miriam
Beautifully written poem based on the myth. Captured the story in few words.
we are tethered
to the echo
of ourselves.
This is often the case!
Nice middle stanza reminding us how we may be only seeing and hearing ourselves.
A profound and splendid piece!
This is lovely and sad, Bjorn. “The hollow in your pillow,
is a void
still warm,
an echo of the dreams
we shared
but split in two.” says it all…
Beautifully written, Bjorn. You sum up isolation.
You only saw yourself,
while
the only voice
I ever heard was
mine —
This wrenched the heart.
So true in so many of our relationships with others…(K)
kaykuala
deluded in reflections
we are tethered
to the echo of ourselves.
Beautifully expressed Bjorn! We are often restricted to seeing more of ourselves than be bothered of others! Very true!
Hank
Very nice work, proving once again that less is more – focused to the point. It leaves me with that feeling of hollow nostalgia that seems to epitomise relationships that exist at cross-purposes.