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silent bells |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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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 Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
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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. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
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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