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Sep 26, 2025
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Echo
The painting that hangs in our room
reminds me of my mother.
As I get older, something will remind me
of her painting of the bouquet.
And so, it will go,
as the echoes seek me out.
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
Geezer
6 months 3 weeks ago
And so...
it goes. Plenty of echoes in my life, just don't know if I'm making them or hearing them. I heard the loudness of the silence.
~ Geez.
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Lavender
6 months 3 weeks ago
Echo
Hello, Michael,
My interpretation is that a painting that she didn't do makes you think of her, and something random will remind you of a painting she did create. So very clever - the nature of our memories is much deeper and more complex than the obvious, yet so pure.
Thank you,
L
Michael Anthony
6 months 2 weeks ago
Actually, the painting being…
Actually, the painting being referred to is one that she did. I was trying to convey the connections that continually remind me of her painting, and then to my memories of her. So agree with your comments about the nature of our memories - thank you L!