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I love the last comment I treasure it. Beautiful
One woman's bones is another ones treasure....this is golden humbird! Your poetry evolves with each read...
Wonderful choice of words to capture sounds!
This is delightful it really paints a image of sounds.
and such a treasure ~
Yes, what one sees as unimportant can be valued by another person. I find this a comforting thought.
Nice. I like how you express how different our values can be. Enjoyed.
I like the "ancient reverberation"........love how you respect the antiquity of the fossil.
Luv how you highlighted the difference in appreciation, have a nice WednesdayMuch love...
Shell drums is such an interesting sound image. Very nicely done.
I loved the shell drum image.
Can drum away and each do hear different things at their bay
I never thought of the sound as quarrelsome hum ~ A lovely treasure, for sure ~
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.
This image made me think of the cochlea so that you went here made me happy...beautifully written!
This was a treasure as well, as was the hum that still speaks softly yet.
the last line says it all.. it makes it so effective... loved reading it!!
'The call of shell drums' ~ love, love it.
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...
And well worth treasuring too.
A true treasure.
this is really quite beautiful. the mystery of the ancient artifacts...not realizing we'll one day become them.
Old things hold so many precious past lives
shell drums are music to my ears
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
A "quarrelsome hum" would certainly be another way of looking at a pleasant sound to another.
I hear the sound of shell drums as I read your poem! So much imagery here.
*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.
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!
Thank you so much! Appreciate your comments! x
You gave sound to the image...beautiful
Thank you, Susie! Much Love :)x
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!
Delightful words! I especially like the "I treasure it" line. What's not important to others, can be a treasure for us!
Being quarrelsome may be a distraction and humming it seems to make it informal and friendly otherwise! Treasure it, yes! Nicely humbird!Hank
The items or moments we treasure define us. Well done.
Never thought of shells as liberal… ha. "shell drums" is rather intriguing.
that was musical...Tina from The Sunny Side of Life