The Echoes, A Poem



the Echoes came to him again

on that quiet night of promise, where.

grey tendrils of dissolving cloud

embraced a pale half-moon,

where

a wolf’s long wavering call

rose low from the earth,

where

a sudden rustle in the silvered grass

and a quick wing in the fading distance

told their story.


Those close natural sounds eased

his thudding heart,

controlled for flash-moments

the rushing fear and joy that

washed over him from the Echoes

in the dark places beneath.


Always the Echoes came at night

always they came from the moist earth

always their cosmic sound rang massively,

an inverted brass bell as huge as a mountain

that trapped every sound it ever made,

releasing some to haunt him . . . only him--


the Channel.


Only he heard the Echoes,

only he knew their powers to

set aside the veil.


So there, on a high hill

above the dark forest,

he spread his arms and

closed his eyes and

let the sweet close sounds of

that quiet night of promise

envelop him like flowing honey.


He smiled now, calm

as the Echoes entered,

taught him in the shelter of

the bell to become

the music of the bell.


The music of the bell

will sustain our hopes and

keep the poets at their pens and

the lovers at their lips and

the tyrants at their tanks.


Until he helps the Echoes

teach us

how to hear

the secrets we already know

but do not yet

understand.


© robert cook

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diogenes 4 years ago from UK and Mexico

Wonderful, Robert. The universe has all the collective knowledge and intelligence and all else. It could straighten our course if we would ony stop and listen.

"Smell the roses."

Bob


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moonfroth 4 years ago from Rural BC (Canada) & N of Puerto Vallarta (Mexico) Author

Thanks Bob. This one eluded me: not sure I've quite got where it wanted to go.


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Hyphenbird 4 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

The music of the bell" has power to change the world and hearts for ones who listen and allow it. This is quite lovely and I especially like "sustain our hopes and

keep the poets at their pens and

the lovers at their lips and

the tyrants at their tanks."

Thank you for a lovely read. Hyph


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lilyfly 4 years ago from Wasilla, Alaska

Awash in Admiration, to be good does not mean a particular religious persuasion, to have concience does not mean to follow, in fact, the opposite! To do the right thing is a very LONELY process! One I am going thru presently! , one I think you have done all your life, which is what is the essence of poetry! All truths are not the same, but they are all arrived at by trial, and all poets,(the real ones,like you) are the concience of a generation, or the world and must not be meddled with, or if so, the very balance buckles, and is brought low. I am only this small thing, foolish, and weak, as perhaps you have felt as well,nevertheless (this is poetry), we are willing to give everything to what we percieve as the truth, and the word, is the truth. All my admiration and love to you, lily


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moonfroth 4 years ago from Rural BC (Canada) & N of Puerto Vallarta (Mexico) Author

Lillian, to say I've always done the right thing is as accurate as to say that you are small, foolish, or weak. Yours is one of the strongest voices I've heard in a long time. And I'm so pleased you find some merit in this piece.


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lilyfly 4 years ago from Wasilla, Alaska

SOME merit? It sings off the page... I am there with the words... much love to you and family, my friend.... lily


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shiningirisheyes 4 years ago from Upstate, New York

moonfroth - again - Using symbolism, I received my own take on it. He is one with the land and Mother Nature around him - The Bell. As long as he stays true to it and appreciates it, doesn't take it for granted or try to destroy it, he will continue to reap positive results i.e., poets at their to pens, lovers at their lips . Ignore it, try to destroy it and you may lose the ability to appreciate, love, create i.e., - tyrants at their tanks.

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moonfroth 4 years ago from Rural BC (Canada) & N of Puerto Vallarta (Mexico) Author

Shining - you're a sensitive reader. You make me REthink some of my own stuff! Thanks.


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ubanichijioke 2 years ago from Lagos

There is real comfort in nature's arms. I too embrace such succour in times of need.

I found this very revealing!

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