The Bell …

I hear words

that are the carapace of thought.


those elusive symbols of the soul,

that dip and swerve

above the meadows of the mind

like summer’s swallows ..

graceful and fleeting.

I hear words that are the sounds of lullaby and lament;

life’s universal song and testament.

But in the inward silence

of my heart ..

no pulse is beating ..

thought lives without a shell;

words are not thought but felt,

unformed and muted

as a muffled bell –

intimations await their moment to reveal

their resonance of meaning

in reverberations as deep as

the lone bell-ringer’s

sonorous knell … .

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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