Signs

Signs

A Poem by H.
"

Riddle me this.

"

A puzzle I give to inquiring minds--

 

What is an eye to the blind, but an eye?

What do you say of a symphony, say, to a
gentleman speaking with fingers and signs? We all

call upon mysteries, Freedom and Bliss, yet to

hands there exists not a sign for the silence.

Notions and teachings to sponges of minds say that
everything has just a name--just a name! But a

musing and wise is a mother of riddles, who
names her boy Nameless and dares him to lie.

© 2008 H.


Author's Note

H.
There is no word in sign language for silence. But there's a word for music. Just think about what that means about language itself and what purpose it serves.

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Neat twisty turn around of word and sounds in this, I like how you layer your say in the third line. Say indeed.

Posted 16 Years Ago


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H.
H.

Panama City, FL



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I've thrown away the map, but can't let go of the wheel. I'm a musician. I've been writing poetry for much longer than I've been playing, so it's odd I consider myself as such first and foremost. .. more..

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