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 ..
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Neville (
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Nice writing , 🙂 what else might she hear ?
some folk will only ever hear what they want to hear .................. bless ya for asking yellowrose 🙂
Value the human with a conscience, Nev - sometimes I believe they are few.
Too cynical?
Maybe too bloomin true ..................... cheers you old Dog 🙂
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.
You make a good point .. then a pointless point .. so that's two points to you Mr. O 🙂
Thanks N. Oh, can't stand Pointless. He repeats the questions, then repeats them again, then....
Nicely done my friend, loved the opening lines.... sometimes nothing can definitely be To loud
Sounds bloomin good to me Dan cheers mate 🙂
Was it a WW2 shell?
Some hear only their own thoughts and plans falling into place.
before my time bomb DA .. but I get ya completely ................. cheers mate 🙂
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
timing is of the essence .......................... or summat like that maybe ............ & how kind you are L.B ..
Neville
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
......... Make me smile why dont'cha .. thank you so very bloomin much for indulging this old conch dear Fay ................. x
Glad I did raise a smile in that not so ancient visage and indulge him I will unless he says nay............x
Can you hear the whisper "Brilliant!"?
... I can indeed ... and my word, how I do thank you for it M & M ... N 🙂
We all hear our own conscience if we are prepared to listen for it Neville.
Andy
thank you Andy ............................. and no, a little bird did not tell me to say that, it was something else entirely .. 🙂
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
🤔
how cool is that my friend ............... many thanks for listening in and leaving a little bit of you behind .............................. N 🙂
A troubled mind, can’t listen to anything, not even the beauty of nature! Well written Dear One
thank you so very much my Friend ............. cherished, till I'm round the bend .......................... N 🙂
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