If I don't talk, will my silence be loud enough to be ignored?
If I speak softly enough, will my whisper pique any interest at all?
If I shout out loud, will my manic voice be shrill enough
to mock prophets born of the spirit of earth?
There are clouds full of rain that are coming –
there are days when the best laid plans only crumble –
let it rain water and dirt...
© Nublin’s Pub, 2009
Author notes
I ain't gonna argue with Willy...
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything.
~ William Shakespeare
Bible class can be so productive sometimes. What were they talking about again? Oh, yeah - rain...
~ Balldinger
A contest entry
- Amended to a Free For All, Make it Warped But Poignant! by lunarlunacy.
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So many questions to life that may never be answered...great imagery and thought provoking depth...nicely done.
Best,
mystic
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Of course, nobody's going to argue with William Shakespeare, you would have to be nuts to argue with him.
That's like arguing with Einstein
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I love this poem, so much of this stands out and echos in my mind like haunting words.
I liked what you said about bible class
Well done here.
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yep -- better to just go with the flow.
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Now I'm up against you in this free for all...
wanna dance to Mr. Marley again?
~ Fricka C.
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The answer is no, but keep trying!! Hahaahah! I'm just messing with you. You know all worthwhile things in this world never come easy without some sort of fight and/or shouting.
God, I love William!
Bravo!
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You ask many questions. I guess we all want to be heard and put out our words, as whispers or shouts, but when we are faced with the might of nature it is better to yield, marvel and succumb. Nice succinct poem that appealed to me, thanks.
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Yes, Shylock, you do indeed bleed... There is a certain eeriness to this piece and not just the illustration. Reading the opening reminded me of The Merchant of Venice, but the overall effect of the poem is more Teasdale to me--There Will Come Soft Rains. Always something interesting...
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and this
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let the waters roll down
heavy poem. like a thunderhead filled with water and light. -
It's tough when a mudslide tilts the pinball machine... kinda puts a damper on those riccochets off the imagination. And who can afford to waste two-bits anyway... [on your knees boy... time to pray for a sunny day
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down by the corner of my mouth
a flavour of wine and the tilt of your smile
hover like doves on my tongue
violent pleasures must needs batter our coiled bodies
which is not to say too little for the taking
or how to obliterate time ...
This is a beautiful piece. As different from Hell's Creek and Cavity's Kitchen as it's possible to be, and yet just as profound. So much said in so few words. You ruckin' fock, Eddie Velvet.
~ Fricka C.
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Great. I know a song that would go good with this poem. Street Spirit (Fade Out) by Radiohead. Was listening to it while reading what you wrote; brought an atmosphere to your poem. Sort of a melancholy, adventure, voluble miasma. Which was great.
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I love the picture attached to this poem.
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