NO LONGER HEARD
Lodged upon life’s dangerous ledge
by temperamental ears discerned
the rise and fall of wild lament
as thoughts unfounded dominate
yet soon by revelation shunned
ignoring importunity
and in effectual consequence
the threnody no longer plays.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Written purely for the love of words: the meaning of the poem takes second place; what I think of as semi-abstract poetry – probably the artist in me coming out. I find this one of the more difficult types of poetry to write and I've been playing around with this for several days
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Very emotive write Michael, is there any compassion left in our world?
Andy
There is but in short supply. Mind you Corvid brings out out a lot of good in folk.
Dry true, more people are helping each other in these Strange Times.
Andy
ANGELA HERE - Good MITWOK Uncle Mike - Thanks for an enigmatic Pic *n Poem - but as they say on Classic FM there is paradoxically a LINK ! We*ve been to ALASKA (Cruise) to see the Whales and the *not so Abstract* is a Whale just breaking the Surface in the Alaskan Waters ~ OK !
Well wheres the LINK ? Well a THRENODY is NOT a *Trio of Gnomes* ~ GOD FORBID ! - but a WAIL or LAMENT - Which it certainly is !
So there we have it - enigma solved - Your presentation is ~
A WAIL accmpanied by a Picture of a WHALE
Two for the price of ONE ~ Boris* offer for WEDNESDAY !
Seeing we solved your enigma can you please add a Poem
on WALES to our *Staycation Fusion* and also check ~
*Love of the Horse* todays POEM ~ Thanks A & B !
Blessings & Peace & Love to You & Yours
Angela & Brian & Smokey Cat 💛💛💛
Wow - you have cracked it - thanks A&B
Erm, eys, good Mitwok M. I dunno what it means! lol. Is ignorance always bliss?!
Don't take the wok out of the mit - i dunno eiver.
I think you captured that subtle state of introspection, spontaneous and entirely without objective at its outset - but somehow, yielding concrete breakthroughs to niggling obstacles,
only, the mere feat of discovering this untameable skill renders us momentarily stunned - in that crucial moment where we should be at our most alert: so as to record and cherish those inspirational thoughts or ideas,
later - once removed from that rainbow mirage of temporary enlightenment: we question, if we truly experienced what we think we did and are left frustrated for not taking full opportunity of such a rare gift,
and thus we resume that chorus of lament - we pace our daily strides to...
(or you were just writing in a broody mood, lol)
brilliant write! evocative with insightful depth
(sorry for lengthy comment, I get excited when reading such thought provoking work)
Wow - some response - sheer poetry in prose - thank you so very much for such an endorsement.
Glad you finished playing with words and posted this gem of a free-style, semi-abstract piece of intriguing perspective on frustration. Great read Michael.
Thank you Fay - so pleased this little write appealed to you.
intelligent and emotional poem
Thanks for your kind words Diane.
Just as I clicked to read this I was perusing Emerson's "Threnody."
I shall not presume to compare the two. (His contained no artwork.) I must say though, that the wordplay in yours is brilliant. Your artwork is most stimulating. And if a lament contains the flow of wordsmanship
displayed here, then start wailing. - Phil A.
I'm wailing lol - well not lol actually - I'm wailing.
Cooeee! Is Miss Berles heard by everyone?! lol.
And - all that wot LB Mek and others said too! I'm not that educated to make so fine and expressive comments!
It goes over my head too but then so does my poem. What does it mean?
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