Dust and Echoes

Dust and Echoes

A Poem by Brandon M. Whittaker
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Randomness at its best I suppose.

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It flows over the brim
Proving too much for its container to hold
Like water it slowly evaporates
A thought, only briefly lingering before dissipating
It loses strength, eventually cast aside and replaced by another
Over and over this process goes
Never ending, the thought always changes
At first horrific, then magnificent
As each thought slowly dies
So, too, does the container that holds them
Until eventually, all is naught but dust and echoes.

© 2012 Brandon M. Whittaker


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Brandon M. Whittaker
Stereotypically (for me) random and non-rhyming.

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Great poem! Sometimes, this is exactly how I feel when I'm driving and a beautiful line of poetry crosses my mind. I cannot stop or pull over because by then the thought has changed or disappeared and I can't remember why I had pulled over in the first place. Perhaps the dissipation of creative thought was not the intention for this poem, but it certainly took me there. Thanks for writing and sharing!

Posted 7 Years Ago


As each thought slowly dies
So, too, does the container that holds them
Until eventually, all is naught but dust and echoes.
Those are my favorite lines...

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Added on June 21, 2012
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Tags: Poetry, prose, dust, echoes, freeverse

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Brandon M. Whittaker
Brandon M. Whittaker

San Diego, CA



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