Spoken

Spoken

Tapping my window pane.

If Woodpeckers or shoes gracefully dancing were liquid.

I sit,

Lucid day dreaming.

My mind being chaotic stood hectic,

And yet it'd placidly drift.

Afraid my voice would fade to silence if I don't speak now.

Alone if I don't seek out,

But how?

Once admired from speaking from stomps in the rain.

Inside for now.

Glass stained in drizzle,

As it taps my window pane.

Reviews

[H L Rose]

This.

I don’t know if I derived from it what was intended, but to me this elicits the very essence of rain beating the window pain, playing along with the orchestra in your brain, begging it to sound aloud, yet mesmerizing it too much to do so.

That might have nothing to do with what you intended with this, but it has given me joy to analyze it either way.

I will admit that I am slightly confused by the wording of line 10, but that could just be my own inability to analyze.

I am very glad to have read this and enjoyed it very much!

[Ty]

like your interoperation!

It touches on loneliness, being silent in times of adversity. The rain being the pain, your chaotic thoughts, you continue to watch and feel. The window, your eyes. I'd speak on an effort to eventually overcome.

Thanks so much.

[H L Rose]

Of course!
That’s a lovely sentiment and you explanation makes me appreciate the poem even more.

[Pragati Chaudhary]

So sweet.
Keep writing!
dear friend!!

[Lorry]

I read the differences between thought and speech in your words Ty, and what happens when not speaking means that you can only gain your perspective from what is around you, as opposed to the detours that discussion brings….Yet the mind has a way of finding paths and connections to the most varied and unusual places, even amidst the turmoil of living in today’s world.
Many a day I have sat watching the rain through a window, which brings calm and comforting thoughts, even amongst the chaos.

[Ty]

The calm and comforting thoughts is what we aspire to obtain. Not always instantaneous, but in due time.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Sometimes things kept deep inside need to come out need to be voiced- setting yourself free to be heard- not always easy- very different and unique- 🌹

[Ty]

Ahh, amazing. You hit the nail on the head. Many thanks.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

My pleasure always🌹

[barleygirl]

I have to admit, I don't follow every nuance of your message, but I love the way you describe things in such unusual & vivid terms. The window tapping, dancing liquid, placid drift, & drizzle stains create a dynamic tapestry of sensory delights. The way your words sound & your phrases flow, this is "show instead of tell" for the title idea (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Ty]

It's a bit of a heavy one, no worries!

I'll continue to hope imagery will allow you to take journey alongside! Many thanks!

[Coyote Poetry]

Artwork and words. Amazing. The good description took me to your place and your thoughts. Thank you Ty for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Ty]

We're all participants in each other's stories and journeys. Many thanks, Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right and you are welcome Ty.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

I hear you Ty. Your plaintive, comtemplative words as you listen and watch the rain from your window...superb comparison of the tapping of woodpeckers and the tapping of dancing shoes with the tapping of raindrops on the window...eloquent words with graceful flow. Your melancholy voice speaks out. Yes, I hear you...

[Ty]

Thankful this resonates, Annette! Many thanks.

[Najam Us Saher]

Wonderful imagery. I liked how this is greatly written like you are talking to yourself.

[Ty]

A self reflective piece, yes. Thanks, Najam!

[Najam Us Saher]

You're welcome.

[alanwgraham]

Good work Ty. This has a kind of magical thought stream flowing through it. I'm not sure exactly what it says but that sort of semi conscious dream state is like that. It works! In a good way!
Cheers,
Alan

[Ty]

It touches on loneliness in, as you put it, a semi-conscious, dream state. Many thanks, Alan!

[Cherrie]

...afraid my voice will fade to silence... which I would have dreamed that up.