A Sound for Sore Eyes

A Sound for Sore Eyes

 

Here it seems we

Have a single thread

Laid bare for all the

World to see

 

Fragile faded worn

And frayed

Like some discarded

Pair of old blue jeans

 

Yes and yet within a

Whisper and a single shout 

More coveted than golden

Worm casts

 

A word was spoken loud

And became a melody

Falling light upon the

Ears of deaf men sweetly

 

Like a feral choir bursting

From some fragile nimbus  

Mouthing sound to

Sacred long lost hymns

 

Unsynchronized yet

Splendid shy and proud

Twas then the words

I love you could be heard

 

Through walls and

Windows of cathedrals

Recited from the mouths

Of angels smiling

 

Such sounds did play

Upon the mind and

Retinas of a blind mans

True imagining

 

Mid scent of dried

Decayed and drying herbs

There in vague shadows

Senses spun and wheeled

 

Each drifted down in turn

And wrapped him safe

In colours he could feel

And taste and smell and hear

 

For it was time

He bade farewell to

A would be goodly

Sightless melancholy man

 

Reviews

[Mrudula Rani]

Sound for sore eyes , what an extraordinary concept! If i love you could be heard through walls and windows of cathedrals. Recited from the mouths of angels smiling... a truly divine image. no doubt it would give visions of love to even the blind.A profoundly beautiful poem, dear N.

[Neville]

Thank you my very dear M.
Neville

[Mrudula Rani]

It's always a treat to read your absolutely wonderful writings, dear friend.

[Neville]

It is always a pleasure to receive a visit from you M:)

[Fay Slimm]

No safer wrap than those three little words my friend - - - you capture so so well the senses that can take imagination to the melodies of love. Such an apt title too.

[Neville]

Bless you Fay .... and a belated happy new year my friend ...

[Lorry]

This must be what someone with synesthesia has for one of there senses, seeing music or colours in numbers, but manifesting to all the senses, making complete harmony from discord. And all for want of hearing three simple words.
Sorry Nev, been reading of synesthesia lately and your concerto of words here sparked that very thought in my head, but not in technicolour sadly. I've just got the default senses like most others, but I'm sure it would be mesmerising if I could see, hear and feel like those lucky few.

[Neville]

............ cheers Loz ... you need to get the app mate :)

[barleygirl]

I love how you think up unexpected bursts of creativity like your twisted axiom for a title line. I love how you scramble a mash-up of sensory possibilities, stimulating all the senses thru-out your msg. Your ending suggests that when a person thrives, all the senses are banging . . . but a sure sign of psychic decay is when the senses become sluggish (((NUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Neville]

Thanks for considering my words here Margie.. these ones are kind of special, so I'm sending special thanks along side these special N NUGs :)

[Cherrie]

Love it!
Time has been filled with such people sprinkled through out the ages: a deaf composer, an autistic mathematician, a soul legally blind who's eyes were his canvas. It is their twist of sight that gives us light.

[Neville]

Thank you Cherrie, I really do appreciate you popping in like this and considering my words :) Neville

[Robert Trakofler]

love this in so many layers Nev... just love it this is a piece of gold the cross waves between the senses always fascinates me and I enjoy your waves of interpretation immensely!!!! This is just simply beauty with a voice speaking thru and to... you!

[Neville]

Do ya know what, you have just gone and made my day and it aint even lunch time yet.. thank you very much indeed my Friend.. Neville :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

expressing "i love you"---almost like a trap set for us...and once we do...as The Moody Blues sang...we become "a melancholy man, that's all i am"
i really like where this allowed me to go.
j.

[Neville]

Good to hear & nice to know, cheers jacob.

Neville

[andrew mitchell]

Our twenty twenty vision I saw selectively impaired as are our actions. Nice write Nev. also reminded me of the Moody Blues Melancholy Man song.

[Neville]

isn't it amazing what one thing reminds us of some thing else... thank you for visiting me Andrew.read moreisn't it amazing what one thing reminds us of some thing else... thank you for visiting me Andrew.

Neville

[Einstein Noodle]

i thought of so many things while reading this Neville ..a sightless melancholy man ..wow! just that says so much ... we live in blindness all the time .. and through the cacophony of a jabbering world .. comes a sound that we see ... that love .. the love of God is me first thought .. but true love from any source can pry open even the most crusted of lids eh!? of a woman ... how she opened my young obstinate ways .. to a better song ;) i like this poem a lot my friend...i like how you spin moments that are real, honest and vulnerable ... the decayed and dried herbs ...intoxicating says i! thanks for sharing ... its a keeper!
E.

[Neville]

I am honoured Gene.. and bloomin true.... N :)

[Chris Shaw]

When one of the senses is lost, it is said that the others become more acute. So if sight goes, maybe hearing improves greatly. To hear someone say 'I love you' surely must soften the heart of even the hardest of men. And here we have a blind man who has colours he can feel and taste and smell and hear. It is always good to be rid of the melancholy. And who I wonder has said those three magic words? Is it God? Is it an angel? Or maybe a female of the earthly sort? Much to ponder on in this write Neville, which is longer and more detailed than your usual offerings. Maybe it was all contained in a lovely dream. That's where you took me with this image laden poem.

Chris

[Neville]

Thank you Chris, your interpretations & impression of these words is much appreciated.

Neville

[Chris Shaw]

You write beautiful poetry which is deep in meaning and always a pleasure to read :)

[Neville]

Thank you again:)

N.

[Chris Shaw]

And it's good to see you smile :)