the stories your eyes tell
at midnight
you think you need a beacon to guide you
when all you have to do is listen
your heart is always beating
bleating
making time
silence is a concept invented by the dead
and music is the door to eternity
everything you see is a story
told by the voice of your mind
whisper marry
murmur song
refusing to be censored
fairy tale potentate
in the dark
in the dark
in the dark
lifeblood’s memory
melody
refrain
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Linking up with the fabulous dVerse poets for Open Link Night – join us!
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January 7th, 2014 at 9:47 am
Everything we see is a story…. the beacon is forever present for those
Very nice write…bkm
January 7th, 2014 at 10:46 am
intriguing…a little fractured but in a good way…it kinda dissolves as it goes along….silence a concept created by the dead…whew, nice line…story is what we are is everything….smiles.
January 7th, 2014 at 11:20 am
yep… we way too often rely on “outside” guiding instead of listening to our heart and reflect about the “signs” we get by the things we see around us..
January 7th, 2014 at 2:19 pm
“silence is a concept invented by the dead
and music is the door to eternity”
I like this abstract feel of this. Great language here.
January 7th, 2014 at 2:24 pm
/music is the door to eternity/–absolutely; meta-physicists contend that this dimension is one of the few where we do not constantly hear the accompaniment of the music of the spheres; that even those who compose music often are recalling tunes they heard in other lives, other places; often I am amazed when I re-encounter the original stimulus for some prose or poetics I have written, pulling from the mental writer’s journal we all add to with each moment, each breath.
January 7th, 2014 at 2:47 pm
well put mrs. mediocrity.
January 7th, 2014 at 3:52 pm
It’s always a matter of the heart. You begin the year poetically beautiful. I look forward to more.
January 7th, 2014 at 3:54 pm
I’ve been thinking about exactly that ‘everything we see is a story’ thing today, all day; trying to find an academic enough justification for why my PhD in creative writing is poetry/hybrid genre. It is the truest way that I/stroke we as writers have of capturing what we see in words that make emotional, visceral sense to us. Thanks.
January 7th, 2014 at 4:05 pm
I hear that beating bleating beacon as you present it, clarifying its rhythm as the poem flows. Very fine.
January 7th, 2014 at 4:29 pm
Oh love the description of silence.. still it can be a bliss sometimes.. wonderful fragments forming a great image together.
January 7th, 2014 at 4:49 pm
everything you see is a story told by the voice of your mind . . . these two lines jumped off the screen at me. So very true.
January 7th, 2014 at 5:19 pm
I’m still kinda hung up on this line: silence is a concept invented by the dead…deep magic here. And of course music as the door to eternity…I am just such a silence lover. Hmmm. Pondering. Very nice poetry.
January 7th, 2014 at 5:22 pm
“silence is a concept invented by the dead
and music is the door to eternity”….I love this, Kelly. Beautiful.
January 7th, 2014 at 5:24 pm
i never think of your words as poetry…more like you see inside your heart and soul and just pen those words for us to read… and i,for one, am eternally grateful.
in fondest. tilda
January 7th, 2014 at 6:23 pm
I specially like the title and opening verses ~ Listening to oneself & seeing everything as a story ~ Good one Kelly ~
January 7th, 2014 at 6:34 pm
Beautifully done. Great linkages in the phrases and words chosen… and drawn together in the dark. Very nice.
January 7th, 2014 at 6:44 pm
that voice in your head can be a good friend, or your worst enemy… that is the root of everything… great write
January 7th, 2014 at 7:18 pm
Such truth in the filter we bring to everything, how perception is its own reality. Love this!
January 7th, 2014 at 7:28 pm
We are each of us the stories we tell. I like each and every line of your poem.
January 7th, 2014 at 7:35 pm
This makes so much visceral sense to me–the beating –the story it tells, the comfort it gives–
January 7th, 2014 at 7:59 pm
Music is the door to eternity..oh let that music play on and on and on…forever more..
January 7th, 2014 at 8:24 pm
Listen inside and we can’t go wrong, hopefully lol
January 7th, 2014 at 8:50 pm
Wonderful write up! I love that first line.
January 7th, 2014 at 9:02 pm
“you think you need a beacon to guide you
when all you have to do is listen”
and
“silence is a concept invented by the dead
and music is the door to eternity”
Powerful, powerful lines. I love this piece of art you have created for our souls. Cheers!
January 7th, 2014 at 9:06 pm
Love your words.
January 7th, 2014 at 10:24 pm
“silence is a concept invented by the dead” What a great line. Thanks for sharing!
January 7th, 2014 at 10:57 pm
It gives one pause, and makes me think…
January 7th, 2014 at 11:52 pm
I very much enjoyed this piece, great imagery, though the concept of silence is an interesting one.
I like poems that questions within me. This was a good one.
January 8th, 2014 at 3:55 am
There’s a lot of power in silence, in being aware…strong, thoughtful poem
January 8th, 2014 at 2:00 pm
lyrics, to me, the kind that you wake up to and mouth ~
January 8th, 2014 at 2:49 pm
Hoiw many of us, well before we became poets and writers, had some sort of play-by-play and commentary running inside our heads, Kell? You’ve captured the flash of it all wonderfully. and I loved (and had to stop and read again) this line: “music is the door to eternity”
January 8th, 2014 at 6:52 pm
I absolutely love this. I think it’s my favorite so far from this week’s Open Link Night.
January 8th, 2014 at 10:49 pm
silence is a concept invented by the dead
and music is the door to eternity
wowww!! such a moving piece!
January 8th, 2014 at 11:51 pm
Starkly lovely. To me, this reads both lyrical and concise, like a well crafted haiku, of the blog roll of my own insomniac brain at 2am. The choice of “bleating” when if anything, we might expect “bleeding,” jolted me– very effective. I was also reminded of a line from Brené Brown’s TED Talk, about researching emotions,“Maybe stories are just data with a soul.” (It’s a great use of 20 minutes if you’ve not seen it.) Excellent poem.
January 9th, 2014 at 10:35 am
True it is…
I wandered the midnight moon..and sometimes until 3 am..wrapped in my sunglasses..in part to escape the worst pain known to mankind..a little affliction..i had for 60 months…from even neighborhood street lights…
The moon in youth can be a romantic partner…
But with pain..it can be a partner for nemesis…the reminder of darkness that can be life…
Well..i walk in the SUN again..and YES even the MOOn is my friend again…
And thank you..for helping to bring the nostalgia of gratitude ..back to me..
this morning…through your beautiful words here…
And happy New Year 2ya2!
January 9th, 2014 at 1:01 pm
Enjoyed the gentleness of this
January 9th, 2014 at 8:57 pm
Mrs. M…there are over 120 poems this Tuesday…I’m overwhelmed, wondering where to look, who to read–so many unfamiliar. But certainly time only allows me a few by comparison.
I cannot tell you glad I am for stopping on YOUR blog tonight.
Silence.
Guidance
Listen.
Heartbeat.
Music.
The Universe is proud to enjoy your counsel in this well-thought/written piece.
Thank you.
PEACE and LIGHT.
Steve E.