Fear of Word Blindness
Banks of blank ivorine
stacked high but
thinly like old oriental
lacquered tsuba ..
Each scream both loud
and high enough
to shatter those fragile
hand blown
champagne flutes you
long treasured ..
Whereas, somewhere
else completely,
rows of old scribes sit
cross legged
in their temples calmly
contemplating
white noise but fearing
word blindness
tho still craving obscurity ..
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In life Neville we always need to move on into reality.
Andy
There's no point staying still or stopping is there .. even slowing down is frowned upon around these parts ..
Thanks Neville. I feel a rich picture has been described here, but I cannot quite bring it into focus.
Any chance of some notes?
Cheers Dave .. you should have said before .. How much mate? .. Jokes aside it's meant to be about writers block .. and the contrasting need to be well read and anonymous .. with blanks and white spaces liberally spread throughout .. kind of ... Perhaps .. Neville
Aah... I see. Glad to note other more sophisticated responses haven't left you in the lurch, Mate....
Good write N. KP never craves obscurity. lol.
I guess residing with you must come close ..
This instantly brought to my "High Poetry". Now thinking...is that at all valid phrase?
I'll take anything write now .. Bless you .. Neville
There is an image here that is so Zen as I meditated on this I see silence in the materials above and below that is filled with the noise of history loud ecos of silence and the fear of not being able to hear it if one can not read it either in words of attention to detail. We live in a society that is becoming less religious and also less attentive to detail a population of ADD with short attention spans. A nice touch adding the monk for it is in meditation that there is enlightenment that needs no adulation. Another nice touch in the tsuba where a family crest may honor a family history and can be seen through like the translucent ivorine. Very refined work here Neville that dives deep into the psyche a fave
With my hand on my heart I really can't thank you enough .. Your response is far more accurate in terms of what I hoped might be found & also far kinder than I was ever anticipating .. Thank you more than most kindly .. Neville
You are most welcome my friend in its simplicity there is complexity and beauty a most wonderful poem that unravels as one contemplates it.
..."ivorine," such an excellent word, Nev! I remember as a preschoooler enjoying the sight of our heirloom champagne flutes... I hope never to get wordblindness but I guess it could already have set in for yonks without my even noticing... *sigh*
Bless you brother .. and not only that but I love the word yonks .. you didn't go to Delapre High by any chance 😎👍
haha, perhaps in a former life or in an alternate universe 🙏🕊️
Neville, this is striking. The fragility in your images...the shattered flutes, the scribes fearing word blindness...holds tension and weight. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ A fave from your ol' friend Tristan over here!
Man o man I feel well n truly indulged .. Cheers brother T .. N 😎👍🐦⬛🐈⬛🐈⬛👍
You are most welcome, my friend! Well deserved! Cheers!
Nicely done, Neville. A fine write.
Many thanks Tom .. Neville 😎👍
Well written, my friend, your poem "Fear of Word Blindness" explores the tension between the desire for expression and the fear of losing one's ability to communicate effectively. It juxtaposes the chaotic, overwhelming noise of modern life with the serene contemplation of ancient scribes, highlighting the struggle between clarity and obscurity. The imagery of fragile objects, such as champagne flutes and lacquered tsuba, signifies the delicacy of language and art, while the fear of “word blindness” suggests a deep-seated anxiety about the limitations of words in conveying profound meaning.
and You are amazing .. Bless you dear friend .. Neville
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