Unheard – Poem of the Month – May 2021

Posted byChristine BoltonPosted inBlog, Pain/Sadness, Poem of the MonthTags:, , , ,

Unheard

My words do not reach you anymore
They hang heavy in the air, waiting to be heard
Full of love, passion, anger, questioning
But your ears are closed to them
They fall to the ground unanswered
As is always the way
 
You, too busy speaking your own truths
to care about my thoughts and dreams
I die a little death each time this happens
Over time parts of me become numb
Where the life once used to be
Benign stumps from which nothing will grow
 
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
The only sound to be heard will be you
Talking to the wind
 
 
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I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose. Thanks for checking it out. Christine

88 thoughts on “Unheard – Poem of the Month – May 2021”

  2. 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

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      1. Yes .. I wrote in at one of your ‘Writing Circle’ sessions, and the piece has been published by “Spillwords” magazine 😄🌏

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  6. Very beautiful poem Christine, as Sadje says above there is a real poignancy here… Thanks for sharing a piece of your heart’s resonance..

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  7. 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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  14. 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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  15. 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

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  16. 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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    1. 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. 😢💕

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      1. 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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      2. 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 ☺️💕

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  31. 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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    1. Thank you for visiting. I think the most important thing is that we speak our own truth first. ☺️

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      3. 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.

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  32. 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.

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