Speak of Sounds

Oh, how I plead for the silence to be heard

For the air to be touched

For the voices to be seen

For the water to be smelled

And for the ideas to be tasted

 

Oh, how I long for the sun to cast a shadow

For the moon to burn bright

For the candles to be watered

And the plants to be burned

 

Fortunate are those that bleed not blood

But bleed sounds

Spilling over their skin

 

What does bleeding sound like?

If the blood is wanted but not given

Hear thousands of voices crying

If the blood is wanted and given

Hear passion

If the blood is not wanted

Hear just one quiet gasp of agony

 

How could I resist

Not the sound

But the sight of unspoken words

Chilling me to burn ‘til I stand still

Watching and waiting

I already know the sound of unspoken words

That is why I am watching

With my eyes

For the sounds of silence

 

Oh, behold! I am misunderstood

Criticized for my insanity

Not one word makes sense

Except to me

And I could care less

What other people think of me

Reviews

[Andrew (not Andy, A.J. ..]

Wow hahaha it made very little sense indeed!
Good work. "And for the ideas to be tasted" this reminds me of Terry Pratchett's 'The Fifth Elephant'. Ever heard of it(or him--as in Terry Pratchett of course)?
Well quite interesting. I had a little trouble with the length of stanza's. One's three lines, one's seven, one's five. IMHO you should keep it consistent.
Very interesting thing about the blood.
And the ending was great! Good poem. I think it's a winner.

[Tara Murasaki]

I really like how you confuse the senses in this poem. Seeing what is heard, hearing what is felt, feeling what is seen�.its beautiful, and very well done. My favorite line is .. "I already now the sound of unspoken words"� the imagery created form this line, as well of course for the other, is magnificent. Great poem and I hope you win the contest.

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

This is a wonderfully written piece. Well done Poet

[The Hypnotist]

Absolutely wonderful, im loving the contradiction and the phrasing is beautiful