Spoken

Spoken

A Poem by Ty
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Spoken

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Tapping my window pane.

If Woodpeckers or shoes gracefully dancing were liquid.

I sit,

Lucid day dreaming.

My mind being chaotic stood hectic,

And yet it'd placidly drift.

Afraid my voice would fade to silence if I don't speak now.

Alone if I don't seek out,

But how?

Once admired from speaking from stomps in the rain.

Inside for now.

Glass stained in drizzle,

As it taps my window pane.





© 2018 Ty


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This.

I don’t know if I derived from it what was intended, but to me this elicits the very essence of rain beating the window pain, playing along with the orchestra in your brain, begging it to sound aloud, yet mesmerizing it too much to do so.

That might have nothing to do with what you intended with this, but it has given me joy to analyze it either way.

I will admit that I am slightly confused by the wording of line 10, but that could just be my own inability to analyze.

I am very glad to have read this and enjoyed it very much!

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Ty

1 Year Ago

like your interoperation!

It touches on loneliness, being silent in times of advers.. read more
H L Rose

1 Year Ago

Of course!
That’s a lovely sentiment and you explanation makes me appreciate the poem even.. read more



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Pretty Interesting! I can see what you meant by this and boy aren't you right! That's how I feel sometimes! Loved how you put it out there. Thank you for the opportunity of reading it!

Posted 11 Months Ago


This piece somewhat saddens me.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Seems for me, a memory of the past when you shared rain and its haphazard dance upon the walls of your heart and mind. Certain memories remain, mingling with tears at times.. and so it goes on..

Beautiful, gentle words, lovely graphic.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Your words along with the picture transport me to a rainy lazy day, where one wants to lay down and have their worries dissipate. I found this piece to be soothing and it reminds me of the simple pleasures in life, like lounging in on a rainy day (although for some they might feel they're being held captive by the weather!)

Posted 1 Year Ago


I enjoyed reading this poem. You know how to catch the readers attention.

Posted 1 Year Ago


This speaks to me the lonely one sitting watching the rain, look away from the window I hear it still, and I live in the rainy state of Washington. 9 months or more of storms and rain. But I still love it. Very good job, I like the description comparison to a wood pecker.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Sometimes you just have to speak and allow what is inside of you to fall like rain and free you.... this verse had rainy day blue's tapping from your window! Great piece!

Posted 1 Year Ago


Hello, Ty.

Such a wondrous portrayal of the treasures and mysteries of rain...The contrast between rain and thought is well-nigh unobservable, which cocoons the poem with this thunderous and misty tissue. The internal world is also extant, a fact that makes me contemplate the philosophical meaning of time and the passing raindrops. Is there a secret between the lines? Or is it another face of the blank?

I identified a few grammar mistakes:
"day dreaming"--->"daydreaming"
"being"--->"is"
"from speaking"--->"for speaking"(I think)
"in drizzle"--->"in the drizzle" or "in a drizzle"

Concluding, your poem delicately quaked today's ice cube...and a box of butterflies. Thank you very much. Free the broken wings.

Until next time...
Farewell!


Posted 1 Year Ago


So sweet.
Keep writing!
dear friend!!

Posted 1 Year Ago


I read the differences between thought and speech in your words Ty, and what happens when not speaking means that you can only gain your perspective from what is around you, as opposed to the detours that discussion brings….Yet the mind has a way of finding paths and connections to the most varied and unusual places, even amidst the turmoil of living in today’s world.
Many a day I have sat watching the rain through a window, which brings calm and comforting thoughts, even amongst the chaos.


Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ty

1 Year Ago

The calm and comforting thoughts is what we aspire to obtain. Not always instantaneous, but in due t.. read more

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