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.
Three Word Wednesday,
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I love the last comment I treasure it. Beautiful
ReplyDeleteOne woman's bones is another ones treasure....this is golden humbird! Your poetry evolves with each read...
ReplyDeleteWonderful choice of words to capture sounds!
ReplyDeleteMe too!
ReplyDeleteThis is delightful it really paints a image of sounds.
ReplyDeleteand such a treasure ~
ReplyDeleteYes, what one sees as unimportant can be valued by another person. I find this a comforting thought.
ReplyDeleteNice. I like how you express how different our values can be. Enjoyed.
ReplyDeleteI like the "ancient reverberation"........love how you respect the antiquity of the fossil.
ReplyDeleteLuv how you highlighted the difference in appreciation, have a nice Wednesday
ReplyDeleteMuch love...
Shell drums is such an interesting sound image. Very nicely done.
ReplyDeleteI loved the shell drum image.
ReplyDeleteCan drum away and each do hear different things at their bay
ReplyDeleteI never thought of the sound as quarrelsome hum ~ A lovely treasure, for sure ~
ReplyDeleteThe 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.
ReplyDeleteGreat ending!
ReplyDeleteThis image made me think of the cochlea so that you went here made me happy...beautifully written!
ReplyDeleteThis was a treasure as well, as was the hum that still speaks softly yet.
ReplyDeletethe last line says it all.. it makes it so effective... loved reading it!!
ReplyDelete'The call of shell drums' ~ love, love it.
ReplyDeleteenjoyed 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...
ReplyDeleteAnd well worth treasuring too.
ReplyDeleteA true treasure.
ReplyDeletethis is really quite beautiful. the mystery of the ancient artifacts...not realizing we'll one day become them.
ReplyDeleteOld things hold so many precious past lives
ReplyDeleteshell drums are music to my ears
ReplyDeletea quarelsome hum is what I'm hearing at the moment from the fan trying to get down from 95 degrees up here .
ReplyDeleteNice lilt
A "quarrelsome hum" would certainly be another way of looking at a pleasant sound to another.
ReplyDeleteI hear the sound of shell drums as I read your poem! So much imagery here.
ReplyDelete*sigh*
ReplyDelete"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!
DeleteThank you so much! Appreciate your comments! x
ReplyDeleteYou gave sound to the image...beautiful
ReplyDeleteThank you, Susie! Much Love :)x
DeleteYes, 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!
ReplyDeleteDelightful words! I especially like the "I treasure it" line. What's not important to others, can be a treasure for us!
ReplyDeleteBeing quarrelsome may be a distraction and humming it seems to make it informal and friendly otherwise! Treasure it, yes! Nicely humbird!
ReplyDeleteHank
The items or moments we treasure define us. Well done.
ReplyDeleteNever thought of shells as liberal… ha. "shell drums" is rather intriguing.
ReplyDeletethat was musical...
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