The Words of Yesterday

The sound of a voice that was never heard

Only words to be written in the Sands of time 

never to be heard on this Earth... 

A close friend chooses not to hear your voice 

with smart phones only a moment away... 

Poetry is a Song with melodies that linger... 

 

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Poets... when the Artist Train wrote the
Song "Drops of Jupiter" for his Mother who passed away.
His words linger in our Hearts ...
although he also remembers the sound of her Voice.
As poets, we cannot always sing our Poems to be heard.
However, as poets we can imagine how it would sound with Violins
and a Harp and perhaps a Clarinet. truly, Pat

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Poetry is felt more often than heard and I feel that good music is much the same. I like Dickinson's explanation of what poetry is. "If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only way I know it." I have a smart phone. I don't carry it with me and I seldom take or make calls on it though. I might call my eldest now and then on it or send a video chat to my grandchildren. I enjoyed the read.

[Betty Hermelee]

Let's do away with smart phones and write and read poetry instead; it's so melodious and calming. Poetry lingers in your memory, talk doesn't always.
Nice brevity poem
Best, Betty

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Betty... the written word is a Legend that
leaves a feeling of validation and the inspiration of a thousand violins. tenderly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

I still seek conversation and the funny part. You surprise people. You are talking to them. Cell phone world my friend. Nuts. My wife watches movies on her cell phone with a 40 inch TV in front of her. Hello dear Pat and I do understand your words. Thank you for sharing your amazing words and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest John... I need to hear the voice of friends...
there is a certain inflection in their voice that stirs our feelings. If I were born deaf ... then I would adjust and perhaps rely on their gentle touch. However Poetry is a blessing and "Words" can convey
feelings. Your comment is typical of the times we are
experiencing... we must be gracious and think of how this must be comfortable for some others. I have been known to send a "video" to a friend who lived far away that I never knew, because it was a gift of myself to speak my words directly to them. Either way of communicating is a blessing. gently, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right dear Pat. We need voices. I use the phone now. I am not a phone talker. I call people and I talk to them now.

[barleygirl]

Your heartfelt & smoothly-wafting words harken to the days when more people might've chosen their words more wisely, as some would say. When we took time to write out our sentiments, giving things adequate deliberation & infusing our words with as much truth & kindness as we could muster. I fear these days people are just zooming by with a flippant remark & often this doesn't really feel like love & friendship to me (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Margie... your reviews always give us a sense of “Worth” and dignity... there are times when we may not express our feelings clearly.. but we should have the chance to pen a poem that could result in understanding. gently, Pat

[barleygirl]

WOW! I'm honored! *smile*

[Poetic Beauty]

Sometimes we need to focus more on the moment we are in and have those personal connection with friends and loved ones.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Beauty... I am thankful that I did enjoy each moment. We seem to take a Tour of family and friends with memories in Snspshots and in our Heart. I appreciate your support and guidance. Truly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Much sadness in these lines. The loss of a friendship is difficult to contemplate, especially if the friend is still living. I have lost friends who I know would love to make contact if they could. They are in the heavens floating on high, in a peaceful restful sky. I can hear a soulful violin playing in the background here. There will always be poetry. Sending love across the pond Pat.


Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Chris... your words are a soothing Balm that touches the atmosphere where beauty lies in silver linings. Wishing you clear skies of wandering clouds...
tenderly, Pat

[lightsong]

I feel real sadness through your words, a voice needed to be heard but never been heard, it's maybe too late to be heard, but as You wrote dearest Pat in your beautiful last line, "Poetry is a Song with melodies that linger...".

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest 🎶 Song... as we read poetry... we hear the music embedded in the ♥️ Heart. Thank you for your touching words. gently, Pat