Soft Be The Echo

Nicholas Browning

 

A tinted green not many may glimpse,

Envy; The edge of its blade.

Seeping rasps then wrest the clarity -

From reason, and all its aid.

 

Muffled cracks will shape the cinders;

The space, in which they burn.

Perception hushed by incessant noise -

Leaving the ones that matter, to go unheard.

 

A longing one-sided

To understand and to commit -

Oneself, and all else thus

Towards earning, and deserving it.

 

When that voice no longer carries; Woeful whispers the pulsing-dire  -

The solemn breath to mourn, never reaching another.

Emerald consumes the billows of riotous waters fraught with ire -

And soft be the echo, when their fervor returns to slumber.

  • Author: Nicholas Browning (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 19th, 2020 02:18
  • Comment from author about the poem: Hey, guys. This poem talks about failure to connect with other people, and how negative emotions can affect a completely innocent desire to get to know someone else, as well as how terrible the aftereffects of that can make you feel. This poem means quite a bit to me, as I struggle with this a lot. I wanted to share it with everyone here. Well, if you read this far then I appreciate it. Thanks much for the visit. I'll see you later!
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments4

  • Nemo

    Well God daum, described so well, I also go through this constant struggle in my day to day life, fear of being judged or thing might not come out the way you want them to.all I can say is the struggle is real, social anxiety is a bitch šŸ˜‚
    But a great write as always šŸŒ¹

    • Nicholas Browning

      Yup. Social anxiety sucks. Quite a bit, haha. I'm glad other people can relate to this, that's for sure. Thanks for the visit Nemo.

    • orchidee

      A fine write N.
      Meanwhile - I worry about my failure to connect with others. Why they all run away? I only say 'I'm gonna sing now!' and I don't see them for dust - the dust cloud they kick up as they run away so fast. heehee.
      Just gimme a call if anyone truly upsets ya. I'll pop round to them and sing to 'em! lol.

      • Nicholas Browning

        Thanks Orch. I've got no idea why they run, although if I ever do have trouble I'll give you that call. People gonna need earplugs lol.

      • Fay Slimm.

        A delightfully arranged dish of imagery that your eloquent poetry offers today Nicholas - -- I liked the intriguing title which opened the subject of trying yet often hiding behind negative emotions which lose us the fight.......... I can relate very well with the longing to break down self-made barriers to know someone better. A stirring read.

        • Nicholas Browning

          Thank you very much, Fay. I'm glad that the content is relatable. I was worried about it if I'm honest. I appreciate your visit and your wonderful description of my work. Appreciate the visit!

        • Gary Edward Geraci

          I appreciate your four syllabic stanzas (I counted roughly 8-6-8-6 in the first two), with a contraction and then expansion of syllables in your third and last stanza respectively (with end rhymes in the last one) - perhaps subconsciously (or purposefully) accentuating the confusion in the human personā€™s universal ā€œlongingā€ (though it only appears to be ā€œone-sidedā€) and continuous quest for communion and recognition. Excellent writing and diction my friend.

          • Nicholas Browning

            Hey there, Gary. Thanks for the lengthy input. It's comments like the ones I've received on this work that keep me going, honestly. I needed this today. I don't tend to bother with syllables. In my head it has to be read at a certain pace or it just doesn't sound right. So, I change it until it fits the rhythm. I'll admit that the contraction into expansion was on purpose. I wanted people to clearly know what the poem was referring to, otherwise it would have been another missed mark for some - then going back into a descriptive verse. I like it when people take away from poetry what they wish to, but also what it means. That's a talent, for sure. Thanks a lot for the comment, Gary. I appreciate it immensely.



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