If you've ever heard an
image
in your mind.
If you've ever seen a
sound
you could not describe.
If it filled your heart with
emptiness
and companioned you with lonliness.
If its voice was like that of a
song
with no music and no words.
And if you answered
willingly
to its silent beckoning,
Or returned its troubled
gaze
of unseen thoughts.
Therefore if there was no warning sign
no s.o.s.
No sorrowful long and moaning cry
in its mournful dialogue of tears
and blood
Upon the sands of time.
Hence you will know you have been
witness
To the hopeless, rambling tale
Of the strange and solitary
gypsy
And her wistful, Silent Bells.
Author notes
I welcome critical comments of this poem, as with any of my
poems, but I would be less apt to heed them in the case of
this one in particular. Its not my first, or my last, or
even my best. Its just my favorite-est. If you dont agree,
just close your eyes and "listen" for the image to appear.
Thanks. Buster.
Written June 23rd, 2005
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I found this a very vivid and unique poem.
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Oh, I do love this one !!!
I know exactly what you mean. To hear an image, see a sound, is a very special phenomonem ) I think that's spelled wrong)
I've experienced things like that many times and could never quite explain it ... now I know... it must be the gypsy in me
A truly wonderful write.
Dee
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This was one heck of an awesome write. I loved every line, especially the way you used those paradoxes. I would say this was near perfection. Nicely done.
~ John
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soul poet
A poem I can connect with. I can see,hear,and feel it all with each word. My friend,you have a gift. I look forward to reading more poems. Thanks for reading "The Gift". I am glad you connected with this poem so well. -
The images here are clear within my mind....
as I can hear the music, laughter & joy that is found.
as those take life at its fullest.
far those special memories are kept!
Keep penning on one stroke at a time!
Bill
Edited on Jun 25, 5:42 p.m. because ''. -
I never got to know my grandmother she died before I was born but she had that black hair. I have alot of pictures of her and I now have her Mandolin as well.
Red -
Thanks for the welcome. The gypsies I remember from my youth
were latin, romani or greek. I was very young though so I
really dont know for sure. Maybe they weren't really gypsies
but just talented and pretty. One thing I remember clearly was
their gorgeous jet-black hair. Wonderful people of strong
character and plenty of moral 'backbone'. That much I could
never forget. -
I'm a quarter Romani (gypsy) so I found the subject appealing. I totally love your closing lines. Welcome to All Poetry.
Red -
My favorite stanza "Of the strange and solitary gypsy" is awesome. Keep up the great writing!
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This is an interesting thought, the silent call to the heart, like a silent bell, forever ringing within, calling to the restless soul.
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I'm so glad that you enjoyed "Silent Bells". Unlike my other
gypsy-themed poems, which required some struggling, this one
seemed to flow from me as if raining down directly from my
soul, without pressure or force, just gently falling. The
rhythym also is entirely accidental. It has never been edited
or revised, except for the "therefore" and "hence" which I may
change again at some point, but nothing else. -
beautiful
i really like it. great beats, amazing sense of rythm. it's good to read some well written fantasy. so sad and beautiful. -
This is beautiful, and sad. I understand it well, for I feel I am that gypsy, my soul ever restless. Lovely and wistful piece you have written.
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