Die Kleine Glocke ~ Shinji Himeno
I am the colours behind your eyelids
Sunshine daydream chiaroscuro
The optic fibrous gangliac Ovid
Night-time vigil of all you don’t know
I am the silence between the drum-beats
Sucking the air through ossicular chain
The eighth nerve objects to your musical sheets
Demanding an altogether different refrain
I am the word on the tip of your tongue
The thoughts that climb your ladder legs
And salivating savour every rung
Like a fire walker treading broken eggs
I am in the space between these words
Filling the halls so long deserted
By players and dealers of the six of swords
Crossing the water with faces averted
I am the colours behind your eyelids
Sunshine daydream chiaroscuro
The optic fibrous gangliac Ovid
Night-time vigil of all you don’t know
I am the silence between the drum-beats
Sucking the air through ossicular chain
The eighth nerve objects to your musical sheets
Demanding an altogether different refrain
I am the word on the tip of your tongue
The thoughts that climb your ladder legs
And salivating savour every rung
Like a fire walker treading broken eggs
I am in the space between these words
Filling the halls so long deserted
By players and dealers of the six of swords
Crossing the water with faces averted
Title from Neil Young's Tell Me Why
13 comments:
Great title choice, even better verse, wot? It puts me adrift...
Bravo sir, bravo; and all that jazz.
I am better found in the pauses and silences between than in the noises before and after.
Words, like cards, arranged symbols relating suggestions for a story read differently by all no matter what the dealer intended.
Tarot and tellers bring a message to those who would hear, noise to those who don't and offense to those who won't.
Brilliant! You and WM are inspiring me. Bless you!
subby: throw out an anchor!
Justin: Thank you surrah!
walking man: it's the noises that announce the silence
Yodood: let's hope that none who read here are offended ;)
Enemy of the Republic: Thank you - an enemy of the republic is a friend of mine
...and in the silence of the pause the hearer is given an infinite amount of space to prepare for the next bit of color.
Excelent, seriously very very good poem.
Just one stupid thought from me: Searchers always have to do all kinds of things, cause their my priority is search, and for that you have to do and go.
MCBP: or to be surprised?
Mariana: that's not a stupid thought :)
I love this poem
Beatrice: Thank you - glad you do.
I second that love Beatrice!
Lisa: the more the merrier - Thanks :)
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