Wednesday, July 23, 2014

A treasure

Courtesy of Mama Zen

An amplified profane 
in his liberal mode
able to miss
the ancient
reverberation,
the call of
a shell drums
seemed to him
a quarrelsome
hum…
I treasure it.



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40 comments:

  1. I love the last comment I treasure it. Beautiful

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  2. One woman's bones is another ones treasure....this is golden humbird! Your poetry evolves with each read...

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  3. Wonderful choice of words to capture sounds!

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  4. This is delightful it really paints a image of sounds.

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  5. Yes, what one sees as unimportant can be valued by another person. I find this a comforting thought.

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  6. Nice. I like how you express how different our values can be. Enjoyed.

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  7. I like the "ancient reverberation"........love how you respect the antiquity of the fossil.

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  8. Luv how you highlighted the difference in appreciation, have a nice Wednesday

    Much love...

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  9. Shell drums is such an interesting sound image. Very nicely done.

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  10. I loved the shell drum image.

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  11. Can drum away and each do hear different things at their bay

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  12. I never thought of the sound as quarrelsome hum ~ A lovely treasure, for sure ~

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  13. The proof of ancient life is all around us and is in direct contrast to so many people living just for the day. What a treasure it is to touch a fossil, to see a cave painting or even walkthrough a building only a few hundred years old and ponder, wonder ...and treasure it.

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  14. This image made me think of the cochlea so that you went here made me happy...beautifully written!

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  15. This was a treasure as well, as was the hum that still speaks softly yet.

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  16. the last line says it all.. it makes it so effective... loved reading it!!

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  17. 'The call of shell drums' ~ love, love it.

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  18. enjoyed the hum thoroughly and that split-second-moment's decision to treasure it is awesome...the whole poem balances on this fantastic last line...a great write...

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  19. this is really quite beautiful. the mystery of the ancient artifacts...not realizing we'll one day become them.

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  20. Old things hold so many precious past lives

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  21. shell drums are music to my ears

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  22. a quarelsome hum is what I'm hearing at the moment from the fan trying to get down from 95 degrees up here .
    Nice lilt

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  23. A "quarrelsome hum" would certainly be another way of looking at a pleasant sound to another.

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  24. I hear the sound of shell drums as I read your poem! So much imagery here.

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  25. *sigh*

    "an amplified profane"...what is that? It makes no sense. A noun can be amplified, but an adjective not so much.

    Then "the call of a shell drums". It should either be "the call of a shell drum" or "the call of shell drums", but the way it is, is fractured English. It's like you write using auto-translate or something.

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    1. Love your comment, FB! I use 'Profane' as a noun, 'ignoramus', 'uninformed'. All is fine with shell drums. I think, the language can't be dead, it always get influenced by different perspective, point of view. Cheers!

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  26. Thank you so much! Appreciate your comments! x

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  27. You gave sound to the image...beautiful

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  28. Yes, you can hear that hum if hold a shell to your ear...that's what your write reminded me of doing as a child. Wonderful!

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  29. Delightful words! I especially like the "I treasure it" line. What's not important to others, can be a treasure for us!

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  30. Being quarrelsome may be a distraction and humming it seems to make it informal and friendly otherwise! Treasure it, yes! Nicely humbird!

    Hank

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  31. The items or moments we treasure define us. Well done.

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  32. Never thought of shells as liberal… ha. "shell drums" is rather intriguing.

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