if you know
where the basement is
in one's soul
I'm listening
just in case
a storm is brewing
just is case
the ocean screams
just in case
the heavens fall
just in case
my heart breaks
I'm all ears
in the way
a child
is all ears
in the way
of a creak at night
is all ears
in the way
that fear
before the father
is all ears
as the walls absorb the wail
and the ceiling exhales
and the windows
say not a word
reflecting the pain
of a lost soul
in that way
I am all ears
as the silence
of a little boy
is all ears
Insightful. Many of us forget to listen when we grow up and use our mouths more than our ears.
ReplyDeleteWas doing some catch-up reading here, and although I have absolutely no idea who vince gill is, your verse were touching, and the accompanying fractal is totally beautiful. You know when they say a picture paints a thousand words? I think that fractal totally elevated the poem and captured many an eyeball.
ReplyDeleteHave you heard from Ms Storm lately? Wondering if she's keeping well. I went over to her site and the last post was for the previous Christmas...
Saffy, Ms Storm is alive and well. She lost internet over the weekend and it appears is still without.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much for the kind words on the poems and the images. Always appreciated. :-)
I've just came across to your blog.
ReplyDeleteInteresting blog!
Cheers..:-)
True. Its amazing how attentive and aware children can be, as compared to the grown ups
ReplyDeleteThis poem has the tenderness of a loving heart , very 'tactile' very soothing!
Oh I love this baby, you.I am a firm believer of such(but it's funny, only since I lost my 'hearing')
ReplyDeleteLovely write, you.
Thanks Mona. I believe children see without the filters of time, with a heart not yet protected by the walls and moats of hurt and pain. I think they see better than most adults.
ReplyDeleteSarahA, thank you for the kind words. It seems a universal experience that we sometimes have to lose something before we can appreciate it.
ReplyDeleteI just read your comment at my place. Sometimes I just want to be free of 'Poetry' and these words that dance in my brain, but I know if she stops poking me in the ribs at night and whispering in my ear; I would miss her so *sigh* So I appreciate her, I REALLY do but maybe she can teach me to sleep peacefully too! Ha!
ReplyDeleteI really just popped back to say thanks, you; for YOUR kind comments about my 'babies'.
SarahA, you are most welcome. I love your poetry and consider it a privilege to read and enjoy. :-)
ReplyDeleteBreathtaking. Absolutely. So beautiful though I am back and reading, it makes the thought of having been away yet more unbearable.
ReplyDeleteI love what you have to say about listening like a child. Not only to remind us to try to listen like a child, but also to remind us how children listen and what impact we can have on them. Your choice of words and imagery is so well placed and I like how this poem flows as it takes us on its journey.
ReplyDeleteMs Storm, having you back is like having spring after a long cold winter. :-)
ReplyDeleteMorrow, thanks for stopping by and leaving such a kind comment. Very much appreciated. And I agree, children are treasures. :-)
ReplyDeleteSometimes we forget to listen. Forget to listen to the screaming ocean and to the falling heavens. I love this poem, the way I love all of your work xx
ReplyDeleteThanks Elise. Your warm and kind words are always deeply appreciated. :-)
ReplyDeleteWow, sounds like sad memories from your past have been stirred
ReplyDeleteS, they were. :-)
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