When Nothing is a Sound Too Loud

Neville

When Nothing is a Sound Too Loud

 

He handed her a shell and then she promptly held it to her ear

and though she claims to have listened intently

heard nothing but the voice of her own conscience and the sea ..

 

 

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 24th, 2021 01:12
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  • Caring dove

    Nice writing , πŸ™‚ what else might she hear ?

    • Neville



      some folk will only ever hear what they want to hear .................. bless ya for asking yellowrose πŸ™‚

    • Doggerel Dave

      Value the human with a conscience, Nev - sometimes I believe they are few.
      Too cynical?

      • Neville



        Maybe too bloomin true ..................... cheers you old Dog πŸ™‚

      • orchidee

        Good write Neville.
        Yes, we can get into some silent places - old church, etc - and the silence can actually hurt our ears - so does me singing to them! heehee.

        • Neville



          You make a good point .. then a pointless point .. so that's two points to you Mr. O πŸ™‚

          • orchidee

            Thanks N. Oh, can't stand Pointless. He repeats the questions, then repeats them again, then....

          • Poetic Dan

            Nicely done my friend, loved the opening lines.... sometimes nothing can definitely be To loud

            • Neville



              Sounds bloomin good to me Dan cheers mate πŸ™‚

            • dusk arising

              Was it a WW2 shell?

              Some hear only their own thoughts and plans falling into place.

              • Neville



                before my time bomb DA .. but I get ya completely ................. cheers mate πŸ™‚

              • L. B. Mek

                jumped the gun, maybe
                blurted out those words in the heat of passion
                mere weaved syllables, to him
                a tsunami of release for her: once repressed, dreams
                and so she dams, herself - back
                to those safe shores, of disbelief...
                'timing', is a much neglected artform
                in my humble opinion!
                another brilliant shorty, dear poet
                couldn't help being inspired
                thank you! what a gift you choose to share

                • Neville



                  timing is of the essence .......................... or summat like that maybe ............ & how kind you are L.B ..
                  Neville

                • Fay Slimm.

                  A super three liner again Nev. The voice of inner conscience can ring the loudest when really listening and will drown out even the sea - cos I have tried that meself with a shell.........x

                  • Neville



                    ......... Make me smile why dont'cha .. thank you so very bloomin much for indulging this old conch dear Fay ................. x

                    • Fay Slimm.

                      Glad I did raise a smile in that not so ancient visage and indulge him I will unless he says nay............x

                    • myself and me

                      Can you hear the whisper "Brilliant!"?

                      • Neville


                        ... I can indeed ... and my word, how I do thank you for it M & M ... N πŸ™‚

                      • Goldfinch60

                        We all hear our own conscience if we are prepared to listen for it Neville.

                        Andy

                        • Neville



                          thank you Andy ............................. and no, a little bird did not tell me to say that, it was something else entirely .. πŸ™‚

                        • Accidental Poet

                          I once put a shell to my ear
                          To my surprise what did I hear?
                          My Muse with words to write
                          In the sand, but waves washed the sight
                          πŸ€”

                          • Neville



                            how cool is that my friend ............... many thanks for listening in and leaving a little bit of you behind .............................. N πŸ™‚

                          • Dove

                            A troubled mind, can’t listen to anything, not even the beauty of nature! Well written Dear One

                            • Neville



                              thank you so very much my Friend ............. cherished, till I'm round the bend .......................... N πŸ™‚



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