BELLS

A poem about bells...

Tinkling notes of silver,

Golden chimes that ring;

Bells with somber tones,

Brighter bells that sing;

 

Toll in sadness, then

Announce a happy time;

Send out dark alarms

With a fearful chime.

 

Call in grief or joy,

Call to kneel in prayer;

Messages of music

Sailing through the air.

Reviews

[Tom McRoberts]

This is a great piece. Come sadness or joy, the bells are always music--free, beautiful, detached from the myriad of emotions we project onto them. Makes for a wonderful metaphor.

[Marie]

Thanks. I wasn't trying for a metaphor, but see how bells could be used as one.

[An owl on the moon]

It is a bit sad to me that such beauty as you express is heard less and less it seems... the sweet silver sighs of the bells... even bell choirs have disappeared... So thankful for seasons when the bells once more spring to life.. and for your words that remind me...

[Marie]

As Dr. Wood pointed out, bells are a great part of history. We have less pleasing sounds now to take their place...

[Dr. Wood ?]

bells have played an important part in our history.....you knew I would like this....

[Marie]

I didn't know you would like it, but I'm glad you did...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like this, shows the variety of sounds and moods that bells can bring.

[marcus]

The ringing of a bell, can be almost anything!

[Chris]

You touched some thought-full times with this poem Marie... thank you.

[Marie]

Thank you for reading and commenting.

[steppenwolf]

I've always liked bells and you make them seem even more real.

[Woody]

bells of various shapes produce different sounds and accomplish a variety of functions and you Marie, managed to convey that with your usual skill and with such ease. brilliant!

[wordman]

this is great marie,it seems bells have been with us for eternity,and serve many purposes

[Marie]

I suppose the first bells were stones the cave men used...

[wordman]

i studied about that years ago,seems they we`re brass,herdsmen used them for their sheep