Listen.

September 2, 2009
By Incendiary SILVER, NY, New York
Incendiary SILVER, NY, New York
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Stop. Listen. What do you hear?
Is it the whispering, tapping of rain?
Softly. On your windowsill; a melody.
Every drop, a second gone by -
Without ever stopping or questioning:
“Why?”

Is it the rhythmic waltzing of fingers
Clicking, breathing the letters,
dancing away?
As if nothing else matters.

Maybe it’s your own breath,
Stitching a pattern on the glass?
“When,” it weakly echoes,
“Shall I be free at last?”

Maybe it’s the whirlwind of thoughts,
Muffling the silence of the empty walls?
Familiar voices sing in your head
Of morals… they chant, they preach, they forbid…
Some exuberant,

others – poignantly sad.

A power to choose remains in your hands
Absorb it, to filter the thoughts
Through its sieve, as if sand.
Now listen. Don’t stop. The music is pure.
Don’t ask “Why?”, instead, yourself learn
To play the music that comes from the soul.


The author's comments:
Fahrenheit 451 inspired the burst of creativity that was required for the birth of this poem. I am in love with it and Ray Bradbury. :)

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on Sep. 17 2009 at 8:04 pm
Incendiary SILVER, NY, New York
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Thank you very much, I am so glad :)

on Sep. 17 2009 at 8:03 pm
Incendiary SILVER, NY, New York
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When Shakespeare is charges with debts to his authors, Landor replies, "Yet he was more original than his originals. He breathed upon dead bodies and brought them into life."

Emerson, the father of that quote and some mind-blowing philosophy, liked to bring old things to life, as well. I, too, hope that concepts which have been so widely overused will one day live a life of their own under the tip of my pen. :) Thanks for your constructive criticism, although I'd like to learn specifics about the presumably imitative structures I have utilized... and perhaps have the privilege of being introduced to those hundred-something original thinkers?

on Sep. 17 2009 at 6:23 pm
i think you copied other peoples structure too much. try writing on your own. i've seen this poem 100x before. good luck.

on Sep. 17 2009 at 6:11 pm
Wow. This poem is so amazing. I really enjoyed it :)

Centennial said...
on Sep. 17 2009 at 2:59 pm
Centennial, Florissant, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
"Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics.

You are all stardust.

You couldn't be here if stars hadn't exploded. Because the elements, the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all the things that matter for evolution weren't created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of stars. And the only way they could get into your body is if the stars were kind enough to explode.

So forget Jesus. The stars died so you could be here today."

This is a beautiful poem, extremely well written. I especially like the second stanza!


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