Wind Chimes

      The silence is pure,

        The silence is evil.

It makes me feel unsure,

But the silence is peaceful.

It makes me wonder,

"What is it like to hear?"

Hear the wind chimes and thunder.

To let peace and evil into my deafened ears?

But it's too late for sound,

The sense has been lost.

Taken by thunder,

The wind chimes are gone.

Author's Note

Experimenting with poetry. In this poem, I try to describe the perspective of a deaf person.

Reviews

[Brenden Taylor]

A nice write, man. I dig the concept of the deaf person acknowledging that he or she is deaf and thus allowing said person to become somewhat of a spectator of their own malady. I also like the contrast you present between the light sound of the wind chimes and the heavy sound of thunder.

Overall, a great poem.

Peace,
Brenden

[Bridgette's Ink]

I like this :)

[TheSweet]

On the second stanza - the bottom two lines don't flow as well, because they have more syllables. Perhaps you could lose the 'Hear the' and perhaps mix it up by separating the last into two lines? Just a thought.

Nice poem, simple and pure. :)

[Raven Starhawk]

Such a noble quest takes only a bold man to defeat. You have penned something special.

[petwolf]

"But it's too late for sound,
The sense has been lost."
sweet - that applies to so much more than the literal meaning

[James Darrow]

A very good poem man. I especially dig the subtle use of "What is it like to hear?" as spoken dialogue. Gj.

[o]

That's very good. Experimenting are you? I'd say that's a successful experiment. Keep on experimenting.

[Kimberly Tennyson]

Wow. Very nice use of imagery.

[Bailey B.]

I like it! I also think the first stanza is the best. Nice work.