Paper, White


This place, a lake.
I see myself.
I float
my words.

I plow black
through silent

and wait
for echo.



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11 Responses to Paper, White

  1. Rommy says:

    That’s a haunting image – walking back through silence in hope of an echo.

  2. X says:

    Love the title.

    A white piece of paper. Empty of our words.
    Again the white in snow.

    We write (float our words)
    and wait for it to call back to us

    telling us how much
    they like it.

  3. Susan Chast says:

    Beautiful, Mobius-strip-like! I wonder how much of what reflection shows is incomplete echo after all.

  4. Panchali says:

    Ah, yes! I totally hear where you are coming from,…sharing that work with another person is something that lots of us can feel anxious about :)) Love it, De!

  5. Gillena Cox says:

    I luv the pause that waiting for the echo brings, there is a haunting expectation here

    much love…

  6. This is so beautiful, De.

  7. kanzensakura says:

    I like your silence waiting for an echo. How vain we are wating to hear how much people like us!

  8. sanaarizvi says:

    This is beautifully haunting! ❤️ Love your portrayal of vanity here. There are so many people out there who yearn to be in company of those who are like them.

  9. oldegg says:

    Even then is the echo praise or flattery?

  10. Sumana Roy says:

    Aha…We’re so fond of this reflection, echo. We’ll wait a lifetime for that, perhaps.

  11. Just Barry says:

    Beautiful, delicate, and peaceful. Love this.

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