Songs You Will Not Hear

CoyoteOldStyle

Location: Cheshire County, New Hampshire, United States
Birthday: June 02

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AUGUST 2, 2011 10:03AM

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I hold this pile of despair,
Ashes with pieces of memory,
Charred bits of bone
Severed from the whole cloth
That blanketed our connection.

I sing to you songs
That you will not hear
Echo from room to room.
Tacit spaces are the best
For an unvoiced poem.

An armful of flowers
Gathered in the high meadow
Just below the tree line was my hope.
Dreams shatter like the dried
Yarrow in that bouquet.

Throw your card on the pile
And play the hand that's left.
Dwell in the moment and forgive
The mistakes discarded painfully
Beside and behind you.

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That's an arresting image. Static and not.

consonantsandvowels

August 02, 2011 10:18 AM

c&v, the photo is of my pickup after I spun out on ice and wrecked it. Fortunately, I didn't wreck my life and lived to play my cards another day.

CoyoteOldStyle

August 02, 2011 11:31 AM

Very interesting visuals and beautiful words. It does really capture the concept of despair alnd longing where there's nothing to be done.

On a sort-of-related point, I'm listening to, and quite enjoying, The Black Swan on audiobook and the author talks about the statistical significance of the fact that history is told by the winners, basically saying that there are a lot of significant stories we never look to because the voices that might tell us the most useful of stories are silent.

Kent Pitman

August 02, 2011 11:51 AM

Kent, I think you would enjoy Dispatches by Michael Herr. It's packed with vignettes and stories from the perspective of individuals who were confronted with a taskset they had to perform without any chance of winning. Thanks for dropping by and commenting.

But I think you missed the action item in the last stanza about forgiveness. Let me know if you read it again.

CoyoteOldStyle

August 02, 2011 12:42 PM

jane, although this was spawned in despair, there is hope, you know. If we feel the feelings and then can move on, there is always hope.

CoyoteOldStyle

August 02, 2011 04:49 PM

Wow, this is so unbelievably powerful and filled with so many lines that bring the pain to the surface. brilliant piece.
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micalpeace

August 02, 2011 05:13 PM

Mical, thank you. Some times when you put the pain out in the light, it helps, doesn't it.

CoyoteOldStyle

August 02, 2011 06:45 PM

Strong and hard. We do play those hands and often forgiveness is the best thing we ever do.

"Dispatches", is a fine book about war. One of the best I've ever read.
Rated.

Scylla the Rock

August 03, 2011 02:32 AM

I didn't take the last stanza as forgiveness, except maybe in the vague kind of self-forgiveness way, but rather as “letting go of things one cannot change” which is not always the same thing. I'd say “you're the author, you would know” but I'm a believer that once a work is published, the author has a useful opinion but not the only valid one. :)

Kent Pitman

August 03, 2011 08:48 AM