The Black Bells of Dusk

Dare not ignore the bells in their prime!



For they watch over you in a sorrowful chime



Be brash, but be soft, and your head will be deaf



Your eyes cannot see what is slowly bereft



Each little jangle pounds deep to the dirt



Making your flesh spike up under your shirt



Hear them? See them? Feels like Bethlahem



Knocking your senses to life's frail hem




Dare not ignore the bells in their prime!!



They mimick the lush-hearted essence of time



Feel not how they guide out our rythem and beat?



Each bell knows to tell ten and three thousand feet



A sound only nature can limit and bend



An instrument played by the composing wind



To ring when we laugh and to rong when we die



To bellow a beast that populates the sky



Dare not ignore the bells in their prime!!!










Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2006-12-27 at 10:07

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liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
This line gives me goosebumps:
"Making your flesh spike up under your shirt"

very original.

A moving and excellent poem.

liz
2006-12-30


Janine>K
I don't believe that I have never read anything from you before... wish I woke up sooner... You have a talent and I hope you never let it go... this is such a very powerful poem, Loved reading it -bookedmarked-
2006-12-27