A Mumbling Bell

 

If the
Colour of Hope is blood
Then What Is Love
What Is Love?

 

Is it

like salmon roe,

just beneath skin;

pink plump fat

pouty petalody lips,

they that

hum tunes of touching in

Vibrational lowing tones,

massages to deep inside,

ears, doleful eyes, aching hearts.

 

Lights sharp edges...

Twinkling radiance in faces

squinted into star beams

pins and needle stars,

secret dreams

lost realms

what colour is lost?

 

A mumbling bell

sinking within serenading oceans

swollen shores in full moon night

almost peaceful almost rested,

settling onto soft beds beneath

planets lake of shed tears

for whales choir songs

shadowing dolphins

purring clicking beats.

 

Chiming shell sands tinkle,

tripping over

slow Breaths,

gentle pulse.

falling

Rising.

 

Ashore.

 

Trancing about driftwood fires

crackling mahogany’s red glow,

ascending sparks, blurred chilled air.

Ghostly waving sails are mimicked

far out at sea, white billowing curls,

Albatross sounding off to wandering

stranded souls resting places.

Celebrate the cannons that set them there,

as bottles bobbed full of wine and scrolls

wine and scrolls

whining scrolls

demanding the color of hope and love,

And still even in the still of right now,

Celebrated.

 

Reviews

[zig]

this is an amazing and stunning poem, i really liked this... flawless (i hope you feel the same way and dont change a word of it. i would quote some of my favorite lines but dont know where to start. i really liked the trasition between "what colour is lost?........... A mumbling bell" great suspension and tension. i have only two complains, the ultra large font and the centering. im a huge fan of putting words and lines all over the page, but centering can make a work seem trivial, and this poem is not trivial, not in the least. just my opinion. again, great poem here... really enjoyed this one. zig

[Nan]

You astound me with your images, so crisp and clear. What amazes me is how you can
send so many.

I love it, no one is going to tell you what to believe other than the
way your soul awakens and resonates.

And by the earth She does, and you do, all creation in reverence reverberates love

And I think the bell curve is being dismantled, funny I thought of that
this morning, so why do we listen to the silliness of guilt and shame?

that seems to be the description of real demons
and I slay them too...

[Donald Meikle]

What a way to preach rebellion. I can listen to whales forever.

[Emily B]

Your celebration-songs always leave me in awe.

[Michael X]

A mumbling bell.. ringing as the pondering rhythm accentuating passion's mood-- the feeling presented
when the question is asked.. what is light?..when surrounded by darkness.. what is love? in a world lacking
the ability to come togther and how does the heart define such in light of experience.. in many ways
all the heart has is hope.. like hope for a better tommarow.. a future representing a past.. for what

past has come and gone but not left its impression on the spirit or nation? in many ways your words draw an
eternal line in the sand-- and to cross such would mean to search--for answers that may never exist--
but are felt-- heard in the hum.. the tone emanating life.. for if a bell has no ring-- then a bell has no soul
Di.. this is beautiful.. you bring your poems to life with such imagery that sets the heart adrift--thanks

[PianoandPage]

sumptuous.

i can see someone singing this on a beach.

the words strung along like grains of sand. together they create a beautiful landscape.

i am amazed at the richness and detail in this lovely poem.

[Fades]

Oh Wow, What a vibrant poem.. This is absolutely beautiful. Armada you never fail to outdo yourself. :) Kudos.