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silent bells

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bsquirrel
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0 posted 05-29-2000 09:33 PM       View Profile for bsquirrel   Email bsquirrel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for bsquirrel

The bells are not ringing.
Their clappers lie in a jar,
looking like metal people
who have lost their latched-on ways.

The jar sits on a counter
Close to the oven burners.
when the heat is turned on, sometimes
the clappers tink, yet trapped.

If you put your hand inside the glass
To try and remove one waiting,
you will yelp; your hand will burn --
so i suggest you leave them there.

The owner of this house, you see,
Likes the shape of bells.
he collects them for their shiny reflections:
brassy lights on the wall.

But, when this man went deaf as a child,
He could no longer hear his breath.
it frustrates him: the clappers below
wagging their silent tongues.

He would rather they not speak at all
Than feel a vibration in his hand.
the stem feeling too much alive
to be properly safe on a shelf.

I must admit, as strange as this man is,
And as many people who want him to die,
the clappers glow like distant planets
in their jar by the oven's heat.

I'm sure the manufacturers had no idea
What their small beads on chains could do.
and though i've never heard these bells' sounding tones,
i'm not sure i ever want to.

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Janet Marie
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1 posted 05-29-2000 10:16 PM       View Profile for Janet Marie   Email Janet Marie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Janet Marie

The bells are not ringing.
Their clappers lie in a jar,
looking like metal people
who have lost their latched-on ways.

The jar sits on a counter
Close to the oven burners.
when the heat is turned on, sometimes
the clappers tink, yet trapped.
----------------
But, when this man went deaf as a child,
He could no longer hear his breath.
it frustrates him: the clappers below
wagging their silent tongues.

He would rather they not speak at all
Than feel a vibration in his hand.
the stem feeling too much alive
to be properly safe on a shelf.
------------I'm sure the manufacturers had no idea
What their small beads on chains could do.
and though i've never heard these bells' sounding tones,
i'm not sure i ever want to.
-----------------

this is haunting ...
wow...the way you draw the imagery here
you captured the bleakness and the silence
to the point it gave me a chill,
and the last lines emotions are perfect.
love that mind of yours.
later wise-gator
jm/bs

and thank you for the E-Poetry today...
it was superb as well, you know how I love the gift of poetry ...
it makes Butterfly Slippers giddy  
thanx Mike.
bsquirrel
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2 posted 05-29-2000 10:23 PM       View Profile for bsquirrel   Email bsquirrel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for bsquirrel

Hey, Butterfly Slippers.
Glad you enjoyed the poem, and the one I e-mailed to a whole mess (that's the right word, definitely!) of people today. Did you find this poem bleak? I didn't.   That's a first, isn't it?

Mike
 
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