Echoes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a poem written in the perspective of a non-living object, a microphone.

I'm am plugged in and turned on.

With my volume, you hear

Speeches, songs, poems, chants...

 

None of them are mine.

I have no voice of my own.

I only say what others say to me.

 

The crowd in front of me is cheering

But not for me.

My heart is trapped inside the cord.

 

No one cares about me; I'm just simply used.

Sleek, smooth, high-tech, shiny, and black...

Echoing what everyone else wishes to say.


Submitted: June 09, 2007

© Copyright 2022 Dove Hanshew. All rights reserved.

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PRY

i like this. it really shows what the narrator is feeling. it also kind of sounds to me like a song that someone could sing

Sun, June 10th, 2007 1:32am

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Maybe it could turn into a song someone could sing, after all I love music and singing. Fits well. Thanks for the comment.

Mon, June 11th, 2007 3:19pm

sineadmc1990

this is great.

kinda reminds me of Mirror by Sylvia Plath.

your piece is definately better. a beautiful piece.

Sun, June 10th, 2007 4:16pm

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I don't believe I've read Mirroe by Sylvia Plath, or maybe I have it just doesn't seem familiar, what is it about? And thank you for your positive feedback, I enjoyed it very much.

Mon, June 11th, 2007 3:21pm

EdwardJBradleySr

Dove Hanshew:

May I never abuse a microphone again. Or any other piece of electronic/electrical equipment either.

Happy trails,

Ed Bradley.

Mon, June 11th, 2007 7:13am

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Thank you for the positive feedback. I'm glad you enjoyed and saw the point to the poem.

Mon, June 11th, 2007 3:20pm

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