Poem Unread
By Silver Spun Sand
Sat, 23 May 2015
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A songbird
does not sing
to please ears
nor does the wave
ask to be listened to –
feel impassioned
timelessly pounding
the shore
no more than
an apple on a tree,
ripe, rosy and red
wants to be picked,
least of all, consumed
nor the moon
give a fig
as to how brightly
it shines; it just does
its own thing
laughs up its sleeve
as it covets
its dark side
nor does a butterfly expect
or even ask to be adored...
photographed or painted...
pinned by its wings
to a board – crucified
in the name of all
it would epitomise...
naivety and freedom.
Nor think, for a minute,
a rose cares two hoots
whether or not it’s pretty
in pink, or how strong, or
how weak its perfume
or that it looks good
in a crystal vase
nor does a sunset
feel moved to be thought of
as romantic, or a harbinger
of the calm before a storm,
for what came first
the sunrise or the soul?
No more than poetry
asks to be read...nor
will mourn for itself,
if what they say
is correct – that it’s
a dying art,
for why should it?
It knows that words
in the stead of reality
is like looking
for darkness
with a light on.
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For lots of reasons this is a
For lots of reasons this is a real delight to read sand lady.
Thought provoking I thought.
Kind regards
torscot
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'Like looking for darkness
'Like looking for darkness with a light on' - brilliant! Every line counts in this.
Bee
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Loved the build up to the
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Loved the build up to the last lines. You never disappoint.
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I keep coming back to this.
I keep coming back to this. The rhythm makes it so easy to read, but each stanza contains so much to make you think. It's challenging and reassuring at the same time. Thank you.
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