And nobody likes to listen. This reminds me of “American Pie”. The day Music Dies is Satan’s day. And a part of music is poetry. The desire to listen, when that dies, that’s when it’s time to walk away.
It could be God Himself speaking these words to this generation. We all like to speak our own truths, rather than the truth. I think what defines a poet is our ability to tap into truth, or rather “Word”. To draw from truth and make it known is a poet’s job. And, if we do continue speaking our own words, one day God’s going to stop answering, and give up the world to its devices.
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Christine Bolton
May 13, 2021 at 10:11 pm
Thank you for visiting. I think the most important thing is that we speak our own truth first. ☺️
So I interpreted it as a poem about listening. The object being that if he doesn’t listen, “When the desire to speak and be heard is eventually lost
Then that is when you will hear me no more
The only sound to be heard will be you”
Which is a truth we all need to understand. We need to listen more.
this is the worst situtaion ….the time when speaking becomes a risk…n after u collect a lot of courage and speak…
no one understands!!…reaaly feels the end of my small world in this large world💖🥺
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Christine Bolton
May 2, 2021 at 7:28 am
Thank you so much for reading. I can see you understand. Your comment about finding the courage to speak touched me. Sadly, in these situations, we never know how our voice will be received. 😢💕
exactly…i m suffering from covid ..the second time…i have gone through operation and otger treatments also..in the last one and a half month!!..i m a student of class 12 ..n all this is making my studies worst…n my mind hell…sso i can really understand!
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Christine Bolton
May 2, 2021 at 8:29 am
I am so sorry. You have had quite a time, haven’t you? I feel for you and what you are going through. We can find enormous strength when we share our pain. I thank you for sharing with us here. Take care please Ayushi ☺️💕
How sad when this happens. I believe this is due to misunderstanding and not being able to communicate well with each other. This part stood out for me:
I die a little death each time this happens
Over time parts of me become numb
Let them talk to the wind. I wish more would have the courage to move forward and leave those who stunt their existence. This is a powerful piece. The image of “Benign stumps from which nothing will grow” is so fitting. Nurturing is as important as air to breathe.
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Christine Bolton
April 30, 2021 at 6:35 pm
Thank you so much Mish. I really appreciate it ☺️💕
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Beverly Crawford
April 30, 2021 at 3:27 pm
A sad recount of loss of communication…the ominous ending of a relationship.
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Christine Bolton
April 30, 2021 at 6:36 pm
Yes Bev. Without communication, what is there? Thank you ☺️
A poignant poem, Christine. I love these lines:
‘Neglected like a plant trying to thrive in a closet
No sunshine to nurture life or water to quench its thirst
When the desire to speak and be heard is eventually lost
Then that is when you will hear me no more’.
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Christine Bolton
April 30, 2021 at 7:39 am
Thank you so much Kim. I appreciate that very much ☺️
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scotthastiepoet
April 30, 2021 at 4:17 am
Very beautiful poem Christine, as Sadje says above there is a real poignancy here… Thanks for sharing a piece of your heart’s resonance..
i love this poem ❤️
Thank you so much ☺️
Poetically sound. This is prolific with a profound message! I can hear you!
P.S.
And nobody likes to listen. This reminds me of “American Pie”. The day Music Dies is Satan’s day. And a part of music is poetry. The desire to listen, when that dies, that’s when it’s time to walk away.
It could be God Himself speaking these words to this generation. We all like to speak our own truths, rather than the truth. I think what defines a poet is our ability to tap into truth, or rather “Word”. To draw from truth and make it known is a poet’s job. And, if we do continue speaking our own words, one day God’s going to stop answering, and give up the world to its devices.
Thank you for visiting. I think the most important thing is that we speak our own truth first. ☺️
See, I thought the poem was about listening. :”>
I know you’re saying you want your lover to listen to you. 🙂
So I interpreted it as a poem about listening. The object being that if he doesn’t listen, “When the desire to speak and be heard is eventually lost
Then that is when you will hear me no more
The only sound to be heard will be you”
Which is a truth we all need to understand. We need to listen more.
Indeed! ☺️
🙂
So nice
Thank you so much 😊
Amazing!
Thank you so much ☺️
So profound and beautiful..
Thank you so much ☺️💕🌺
The stark nature of never being heard (never being seen) such a direct and gritty poem of regaining a sense of self.
Thanks Paul. I really appreciate it ☺️🌺
Wow. Beautiful and deep with emotion.
Thank you Jude ☺️
Very much my pleasure.
Another one that resinates with me.. I feel this..
Thank you. I really appreciate it ☺️
I love this poem ❣️
Thank you so much. I think it might resonate with a few people ☺️
Oh… Thats so beautiful… And the words really tally the emotions
Thank you so much. I really appreciate it ☺️
So beautiful
Thank you so much ☺️
Truly heartbreaking.
Thank you Lucy ☺️
If you’re failing to listen, sooner or later you will only listen to yourself….
Oh yes, that’s true.
one and a half year**
Oh my goodness, that is shocking. Please take care ☺️💕
this is the worst situtaion ….the time when speaking becomes a risk…n after u collect a lot of courage and speak…
no one understands!!…reaaly feels the end of my small world in this large world💖🥺
Thank you so much for reading. I can see you understand. Your comment about finding the courage to speak touched me. Sadly, in these situations, we never know how our voice will be received. 😢💕
exactly…i m suffering from covid ..the second time…i have gone through operation and otger treatments also..in the last one and a half month!!..i m a student of class 12 ..n all this is making my studies worst…n my mind hell…sso i can really understand!
I am so sorry. You have had quite a time, haven’t you? I feel for you and what you are going through. We can find enormous strength when we share our pain. I thank you for sharing with us here. Take care please Ayushi ☺️💕
thanks for ur efforts….this made me feel really good…to talk to u!
That’s good to hear Ayushi. Please take care of yourself ☺️💕
How sad when this happens. I believe this is due to misunderstanding and not being able to communicate well with each other. This part stood out for me:
I die a little death each time this happens
Over time parts of me become numb
Thank you very much Grace. Sad indeed 😢
Let them talk to the wind. I wish more would have the courage to move forward and leave those who stunt their existence. This is a powerful piece. The image of “Benign stumps from which nothing will grow” is so fitting. Nurturing is as important as air to breathe.
Thank you so much Mish. I really appreciate it ☺️💕
A sad recount of loss of communication…the ominous ending of a relationship.
Yes Bev. Without communication, what is there? Thank you ☺️
I hear such sadness in this. How sad it is when when the voice gives way to despair after years of feeling unheard.
Yes it’s heartbreaking isn’t it ☺️ Thanks Ali 💕
Such a sad situation, and sadly true for many. So well observed, Christine!
Thank you Ingrid ☺️💕
Neglected like a plant trying to thrive in a closet
No sunshine to nurture life or water to quench its thirst
Many oive this way Christine.
Thanks Rob ☺️
Sad and beautiful ❤️💔
Thank you Ananda ☺️
Very moving and with insight into an uncomfortable reality of being close but not understood.
Thank you so much ☺️
A poignant poem, Christine. I love these lines:
‘Neglected like a plant trying to thrive in a closet
No sunshine to nurture life or water to quench its thirst
When the desire to speak and be heard is eventually lost
Then that is when you will hear me no more’.
Thank you so much Kim. I appreciate that very much ☺️
Very beautiful poem Christine, as Sadje says above there is a real poignancy here… Thanks for sharing a piece of your heart’s resonance..
Thank you so much! I really appreciate it ☺️
Poignant poem, there so much reality in your words.
Tha nk so much ☺️💕
You’re welcome 😉
Many can hear but not everyone can/will listen. I hope the person gets the message before it’s too late…
Thanks Lisa ☺️💕
🙂 You’re welcome!
What a great art piece to accompany this really compelling poetic rant.
Thanks so much Helen! I’m so happy you liked it all ☺️💕
Words do fall on deaf ears
Thoughts do melt into tears.
“Who Hears Me”
My ears are funnels
But I do not want to hear
The voices
My lips do part
But I do not speak
The words
My knees do bend
But I cannot sit
While I can still stand
My eyes are open
But I do not want to see
My shadow falling
Beautiful Ivor ☺️ One of yours, yes?
Yes .. I’m describing my hospital bed ridden times .. 😥🤫
Oh you poor thing. That was a terrible, scary time for you I remember ☺️💕
Yes, but here I am .. to tell the story 😄🌏
Thank goodness ☺️💕
I remember this one, Ivor, and I still adore it so much.
Yes .. I wrote in at one of your ‘Writing Circle’ sessions, and the piece has been published by “Spillwords” magazine 😄🌏
I didn’t know it was published. That is fabulous.
Yeah .. Spillwords liked it too ..
So nicely expressed …
Thank you ☺️
Pleasure ❣️
Beautiful poem.
Thank you Regina ☺️