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NOBODY'S READING
NOBODY'S READING
Someone used these words at the end of their poem it made me write this right now:-
Nobody's reading
not this tome of words that flow
from brains that soak up sounds and meanings
every day,
they toil and boil the thoughts that singe the mind,
their unheard wisdom in disguise
through eyes of night
and daylight showers
dimmed,
skimmed from the cream of human kindness
swimming on the surface
of the globe,
in green dresses,
robes of silk and satin
slippery and sliding
down abysses deep and dark;
and yet they'ignite a spark of truth
for some,
when read at midnight by the candle
in our beds,
our heads inclined this way and that,
their knowledge taxed to breaking point
a fact that seams the sheets
about our beings when we're dead.
So what,
the lark she sings,
the mole he digs his den
deep down in loamy earth
no sight, his feet his guides
his nose his feelers stand the test of time
no tunnel is too long to reach the line of no return
we burn and at both ends
we spit a life
into the embers as others make amends
for strife and worry
seared from flesh and bone,
a home,
a house
with man
and mouse.
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Geremia
Sat, 2012-02-04 18:20
Well done, Anni Joe
Well done, Anni
Joe
Nordic cloud
Sun, 2012-02-05 03:25
Merci Beaucoup Josef
I thought, after I had spilled these words out
like breathing,
almost without a breath they became visible
and told their own story,
that this was all right,
in fact good.
How strangely things crystallise in the mind
and come out whole, complete,
without anxiety or intervention of the guiding troubled ego,
they form like the multplicity of snowflakes,
each with their own message, floating,
turning about as if at random,
to land on terra firma
and set their seed.
LoveAnni
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
author commentNordic cloud
Sun, 2012-02-05 03:27
sorry multiple
sorry multiple tiple.
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
author commentNordic cloud
Sun, 2012-02-05 03:27
Merci me
mercy me
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
author commentNordic cloud
Sun, 2012-02-05 03:28
Crikey I must have shivered
in the cold
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
author commentIan.T
Sun, 2012-02-05 03:21
Ann
A great write and on a great theme hope there are some that will feel better for a read of this, Yours Ian.T
.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
weirdelf
Sun, 2012-02-05 03:40
Believe it or not, I didn't read this before writing my latest
"Between Silences".
This is beautifully expressed and written, don't you love it when the words just flow? I've almost forgotten what it feels like.
Yes, somebody is reading.
cheers,
Jess
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Nordic cloud
Sun, 2012-02-05 03:55
Mercy and here is Jess
I must go at once to see what you have written,
but in the meantime thanks,
if that's what I should say,
yes its magical and unfathomable....just as (without comparison!!)
Johan Sebastian Bach said of his music,:"Its just there, I only write it down:"
Skaal, Ann.
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
author commentTam the Chanter
Sun, 2012-02-05 05:37
Mysterious Musical Maestros
Loved the poem, Anni, and that is unusual as I don't normally bother with unstructured poetry.
Quality all the way, with imagery that left me in no doubt as to your abilities. Very well done.
Is it true that Handel claimed copyrighr on all the music played on the barrel - organ and the hurdy - gurdie?
He claimed that it was all music by Handel (handle). Who threw that tomato??
Kindest Regards
Ian
TIME FLIES LIKE AN ARROW, BUT FRUIT FLIES LIKE A BANANA
weirdelf
Sun, 2012-02-05 07:07
it wasn't a tomato, it was a banana
and it was me
cheers,
Jess
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Nordic cloud
Sun, 2012-02-05 07:18
It was a boomerang :)
It was a boomerang :)
or am I wrang
you jokers on my page
you shock the public stage.
Ann in the fern-like dendrites.
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
author commentNordic cloud
Sun, 2012-02-05 07:43
Perhaps I should call this
Perhaps I should call this 'Poetry's Labyrinth'
and not use The words as the title? Ann?
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
author commentCandlewitch
Tue, 2012-02-07 11:11
Dear Ann,
Oh my goodness... you have a bit of a dark side to you! Just a tiny bit. Very eloquent and full of imagery. I liked it very much. Especially these lines:
we burn and at both ends
we spit a life
into the embers as others make amends
for strife and worry
seared from flesh and bone,
a home,
a house
with man
and mouse.
Great language usage!
always, Cat
*
When someone reads your work
And responds, please be courteous
And reply in kind, thanks.
Nordic cloud
Thu, 2012-02-09 03:00
Oh Cat in the dark.
I couldn't have a light side if I didn't have a dark side too, Comedy and Tragedy are seen to be the two sides of all art, all life, all that exists in our conscious world, and the one without the other is but a pale flat-footed way of looking at things.
If we didn't have the dark, we wouldn't have anything to compare the light with would we. They are all part of the whole. We cannot hop through life on one foot, metaphorically speaking, we have to use both feet or we are lopsided
Thank you for your comment, yes this one surprised me too!!
Ann lookingatasnowyhillinsunrise agaisntthedarkfirs.
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
author commentGeremia
Thu, 2012-02-09 07:39
To my Anni
Death gives Life its meaning and value.
EXILE
I glide to a melody in minor key
and sing my melancholy
in lyrics that are mine alone
I strike like a blade of steel
deep into the heart
of humankind
I take the soul to a knowing
not pleasing to see
not easy to endure
but now I wander aimlessly
in places I have never been
wondering if the words I speak
are worth the telling
And so I wthdraw out of site
to save my dignty and pride
for who I seem to be
in my poetry..
read beyond the rhyme
to find
the rest of me.
Tu capisci, Anní, che questa è stata una delle ragioni per cui ho decso di ritrarmi a questo punto. Non mi devo spegare a nessuno. A che pro?
Longobardolino
Nordic cloud
Thu, 2012-02-09 15:02
Caro Longobardolino
Like a rosary,
we tell the beads,
each one a poem of life,
like seeds of truth,
their world is round,
and as we reach the end,
there is no end.
The brown wood warms,
as in our hands we fondle each polished ball,
its surface smiles,
its heart is strong,
its melody a song
like that of ever dripping rains,
travelling along the wires of communication.
They go,
we know not where they go,
they fall like snow,
so virgin white and pure,
to dissipate when heat gives change,
into another element,
in air,
where seemingly invisible,
they precipitate to fall anew.
A cycle round,
that never has a clasp,
long hours to spend,
we offer up each prayer,
and never find a termination;
like the serpent swallowing its tail,
round like this world, a globe,
so innocent, so blue,
a heaven on earth
like me and you.
Anni
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
author commentGeremia
Thu, 2012-02-09 19:05
Ho capito.
Ho capito.
CIRCOLI
Sento un fine presso me.
non so' spiegare te.
come un circolo di preghiere
si smette la cattena all'ultima.
così le foglie dall’ albero
e gli anni della vita.
poi si rincommincia tutta
per l'anima nel buio
smarrita...
Longobardolino
Nordic cloud
Fri, 2012-02-10 03:22
Takk io capito.
Takk io capito.
I shall send another on the stream instead of here Longobardolino mio. Anni
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
author commentEsker
Fri, 2012-02-10 10:52
Greatness in flow
"Poetry like a breath"
fantastic
full of feeling
sight sound and depth
epic! Thank You Ann!
Nordic cloud
Fri, 2012-02-10 10:58
Thank you too Steven.
Coming from you
I breath well
even though the air is cold outside,
where you are writing
its always warm.
Thank you too Steven.
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
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