Michael Edwards

NO LONGER HEARD

 

 

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.

 

Comments8

  • Goldfinch60

    Very emotive write Michael, is there any compassion left in our world?

    Andy

    • Michael Edwards

      There is but in short supply. Mind you Corvid brings out out a lot of good in folk.

      • Goldfinch60

        Dry true, more people are helping each other in these Strange Times.

        Andy

      • ANGELA & BRIAN

        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 💛💛💛

        • Michael Edwards

          Wow - you have cracked it - thanks A&B

        • orchidee

          Erm, eys, good Mitwok M. I dunno what it means! lol. Is ignorance always bliss?!

          • Michael Edwards

            Don't take the wok out of the mit - i dunno eiver.

          • L. B. Mek

            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)

            • Michael Edwards

              Wow - some response - sheer poetry in prose - thank you so very much for such an endorsement.

            • Fay Slimm.

              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.

              • Michael Edwards

                Thank you Fay - so pleased this little write appealed to you.

              • DianeKey6

                intelligent and emotional poem

              • MendedFences27

                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.

                • Michael Edwards

                  I'm wailing lol - well not lol actually - I'm wailing.

                • orchidee

                  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!

                  • Michael Edwards

                    It goes over my head too but then so does my poem. What does it mean?



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