I hear yellow telephones
and there is no ringing
only singing.
I hear courtyards
and the one walking
is the one needing.
I tried to tell about you
but the pale watercolor
was only the color of your shirt.
I was informed
by the sea around my knees
of its little blanketing.
I hear mirrors singing
I hear songs picked up
still you, I pick it up again.
Sometimes you don't recover.
Sometimes you'll pick it up in the garden.
I hear airplane chimes.
and there is no ringing
only singing.
I hear courtyards
and the one walking
is the one needing.
I tried to tell about you
but the pale watercolor
was only the color of your shirt.
I was informed
by the sea around my knees
of its little blanketing.
I hear mirrors singing
I hear songs picked up
still you, I pick it up again.
Sometimes you don't recover.
Sometimes you'll pick it up in the garden.
I hear airplane chimes.
Author notes
I wrote this for Karamel Kandy's 'Listen' contest but that was 50 words or less and this has like 83 or something. so it's just a random poem based on the 'what do you hear' prompt.
A contest entry
- Silence by insearchofsweetness.
875 points, ended January 7, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Contest~Your Choice by Dak.
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Comments
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Interestingly random are the words that come to mind. Thank you for entering this into my contest
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Really interesting, i think it's cool because it makes you sit and read through it. Makes me wanna just sit outside listening to everything around me rather than sitting around arguining with my mother. Thanks for entering.
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thanks for the feedback. unfortunately I'm going to have to drop out; something's come up and I don't think I can finish the contest.
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The singing instead of ringing is pretty accurate now with ring tones and all. I am stretching to see the connection to silence. There seems to be a lot of inside meaning to this poem. Thank you for the entry.
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That was kinda random but I liked it. One of those works where usually only the person writting it knows the meaning though others can find their own feelings expressed in the words. Nice Write!
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Free form poetry works very well if it has a continuing thread running through it: an idea, perhaps a story or a point you wish to make. This is completely at random, doesnt particularly make sense and therefore doesn't appeal to me, I'm afraid...
Well, you've taught me something...and I /would/ like to know what "airplane chimes" are.
Keep on writing. Poetry is all about experiments. -
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thanks for the feedback. airplane chimes...it's more about the words than their meanings. Both have a very nostalgic 'vintage' feel, a colorful and faraway feel. Somehow they are connected in my mind; I'll hear a certain sort of chime and think unconciously, 'yeah, another airplane chime'.
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