Some Sounds Easily Missed
In the beginning
When only sacred words
Were ever spoken
Each syllable was clearly
Broken
Then torn from the throat
With a cough and a cuss ..
While
The young uns of course
Without barely a fuss
Would all listen intently
From what they each
Thought
A safe distance …
Oh’ boy did they marvel
And gawp
At the sound his cupped
Hand
Occasionally made,
Like a shell
Juxtaposed a’gen waves
Like an unborn lamb, or a bud
Or a leaf
Gasping and gagging and
Scratching for air …
Aye, but since we are now
Both fully growed up
Can you imagine the sound
Of sheer joy
A wild salmon might make
Breaking free
From the constraints
Of a weir …
Then for a moment, no more
The rest is but a tumble
Of noise
Barely more than
An utterance, yet coupled
Against
A few muffled occasional sighs …
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A fine write Neville.
................................... Thank you kindly Orchidee
Your sound of muffled words, bring back to memory the past into present
Thank you
...................... How very kind, thank you my friend ..
Your incredible poem made me grateful not to be deaf.
........... then there is no need for me to shout my thanks .. I shall merely whisper them politely .. cheers Fred ................ Neville
Those sounds are so important in our lives. In saying that though silence is also important.
Andy
......................... absolutely .. and all that jazz thank you kind sir .......... Neville
Neville, If I haven't got anything to put here, you do know it doesn't mean I don't like it - It just means I haven't got anything to put?
I do think I missed one...
.. it happens to the best of us ... please accept my profound apology, I never meant it to end this way................................................................... 🙂
Well written, Neville. Good read, inspiring images.
... Thank you Jerry .. Much appreciated sir .. and always welcome to visit ..... Neville
Some believe that our voice communications is what separates us from the animals, especially when used to make music. If all the animals could speak the world would be deafening. You run from the early years of Man to today and along the way not much has changed. The loudest voice gets heard first. The quiet and meek are nearly voiceless, but perhaps enjoying more of the "muffled sighs." This is a keeper. Thanks for that. - Phil A
I hear you loud and clear Phil .. I am also truly honoured by your comment above ...Much appreciated and ever welcome .......... Neville
Dont know how I missed this piece of sound wisdom - - - the cupped hand had memories flooding back and though me is now fully grown how I would settle for that listening time all over again........... x
You n me both Fay ... Many humungous thank you's are now winging their way even more westwardly from West Somerset .................. x
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