~ The Listeners

~ How detailed are perceptions? How detailed are people? How detailed are clues?

~ The Listeners

 

    The listeners, were everywhere

           As I was with them

       This rainy day, brought me inside

   Of this golden chapel where

 My introspective

    Voice asked me to stay,

                   My insecure heart

        Wanted to run, but it was my last chance

“I had to stay” " before it was too late!

                   “Honestly”

I have begged in my sleep, and screamed

       To you, to reach, asked you to come,

              So you could join

      The home, of  our dream,

Where violin strings

        Made a life of their own,

And where words aren’t needed,

But you didn’t understood

      You didn’t maybe even listen,

  You were stuck

       The prison of your own

          Restless thoughts,

   The flawless voice of your obsessions,

                      The thousand rats in the gutter

                 Of your head;

               Eating your poor soul, 

                  Spreading viruses

            To your once so clear thoughts

            The black velveteen fields

               Where you’d hiked for days

Did not reached me, my dear,

   They never will.  They never shall.

      For all the Phenomena, which came;

          You - weren’t one... the listeners were,

             They just listened precisely

                  They always did.

 

 

       ~ Elisa Laura

Author's Note

Enjoy and do what you must... -xx-

Reviews

[SmittyJas]

We all need listeners in life someone to listen to our strife. To cheer us on in darkened days when all hope is lost and our head is downcast but the good listener won't let this last they will pick us up fast. Then and only then you know you got a good friend. Many blessings reading the listeners. Great Poem.

[joshua deathdealer]

To be honest I felt horror for the one that didn't listen. I don't know why but the term spiritually dead came to mind and it is a disastrous place to be. I know because I have dwelt there and when I awoke all the things I selfishly ignored awaited me in nightmarish form.

Stronger still I felt sadness for the voice when she still wanted to run ): even after screaming at the top of her lungs over and over to make a way for this relationship. Perhaps even to save this one from demise..so sad

I don't know exactly how you can take such a heavy heavy topic and turn it into an exquisite piece of art but you did. This is an amazing poem Elisa! Top notch mix of emotions and metaphors with stark realism.. still sad ): xx Love for you.

Oh thank you so much, again Josh, for I never believed this one would be understood by anyone, but heh... You do ofcourse, I instantly did put it already further in the row, not expecting much on this intense piece, it was another dream of me lately, and I was hiding for a huge tropical summer rain in this golden chapel, and there I made up the poem as my true listeners would understand, you are one of them, dear. I know you felt the same horror like I did, and the same sadness. It's amazing how you can analyze... Can't thank you enough, for deeply reading all of me. -xx- :)

[Lydia Shutter]

Why can't some people really hear what we are saying? Why do they only hear and see what they want to? I think everyone does see life through different eyes, Eli. We can not put our thoughts into someone else's mind. We can not put our views of the world before someone else's eyes and expect them to see them the same as we do. It is simply impossible since we are all different people. There is so much emotional heartbreak in this poem. You really dipped your pen in the well of your heart. Knuffels, Lydi**

Thank you for the beautiful interpretation Lydi, I so appreciate everything you have to say. Knuffels -xx-

[Edward Lancheister]

magnificent words with great imagery. best poem i ever see. you are so talented sister.

you always be the best writer for me. peluk cium

Edward

Aw nyong you honor me, thank you so much... :) you are kind.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Intuition is the highest form of education and should never be ignored, yet most of the time we do and for many different reasons. Another wonderful piece of poetry my friend.

Well said my dear and talented friend, (with an high intuition). You got it so well, thanks for the words here.

[willweb]

Sad dear Elisa. The need is felt, the longing to be understood is heavy in this piece. Still the beauty of your thoughts bring an immense splendor to the sadness.

Thank you very much, this one was all set up ;) glad it felt so real... then I've done my job. I am always happy to have your thoughts by Will.