They can't hear you... because they have music on... :) Words spoken will only be heard by the ones who have an open heart and an open mind. Or when one needs comfort and joy. But please never stop speaking or sharing your ink... as there are many that need comfort and joy... and so many more than listen. :p
This piece reminds of of a poem I was reading by Emily Dickinson not too long ago...although the title escapes me. The juxtaposition of strength and helplessness is quite endearing and poignant. So many words fall upon deaf ears simply because those ears are not open to accepting them. Beautifully done.
I think we all wonder sometimes why what we write seems to command so little attention... and why do some respond and others - especially those we would like to respond... just don't notice.. Neatly and cleverly expressed... :-)
Your words are truly inspiring...as I said, that poem about 'to a friend' especailly, made me cry...
This is fantastic, the question so resonant in such an intensely lyrical poem. I love your voice, it so affirmative and yet so wistful, beautiful and philosophical: I especially liked the:
I know my voice is strong.
It climbs mountains
singing hope clear and free.
You hear it.
My voice overflows
with wisdom and comfort and joy
a great write and thanks for sharing, there are so, so many of us who need your words.
Emily, your words are a gift, and those that can not hear them or choose not to......are missing something. Be happy that some of us do hear them and love them.
when I read this - I think of what God might say - that's probably not how you penned it - but that is what is superimposed over the words. it is a lofty poem...a high ground poem. Well done.
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..