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The Bell Tower That Leaned In 

Daniel Henry Rodgers

 

“the bell tower does not lament, it abides, a witness—each stillness a reliquary, each resonance a revenant of what was left unsaid” – Poet
 

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I. The Pastor’s Hand At dawn’s brittle cusp— he climbs, each step a nail in time’s coffin breath ragged a Psalm torn mid-hymn. The rope tastes of incense and myrrh— Liberty’s fracture braided through its fibers a wound that never quite healed. He pulls— clang— a bell toll from Poe’s cathedral of despair a hymn of blood-ink and rusted breath. The shadows coil; scripture frays. Faith flickers— does anyone still hear? Each toll an exorcism. Each silence— reproof. II. The Town’s Celebration Midnight’s spine splinters— rockets scream like seraphim undone. The bell convulses in bronze jubilee a copper throat ruptured with Hemingway’s dread. “For whom,” it mutters beneath the blaze— but no one listens. Children suck sweetness from sulphur lovers cling beneath the clang, their shadows etched in cobblestone fog. Old men raise cracked chalices— liquid memories. The tower disrobes. It dances. It bleeds. III. The Lovers’ Tryst (overlapping the Pastor’s sermon) Here— the world blurs to charcoal. They carve names in limestone flesh a scar older than forgiveness. Their memories thread the bell’s unspoken prayer— a psalm of mouths and ink-stained breath. It does not toll. It listens. Their hearts throb against the rusted must pulses striking time like flint against flint. Below— the town melts into watercolors. Moonlight spills like wine over copper skin. The past folds like origami cranes left in rain. IV. The Tourist’s View He climbs— camera held as relic or rosary. Light breaks between lancet panes. Streets below: runes, scars, equations. He speaks the town aloud— each name an invocation. He is dizzy with witness. The bell does not toll. It withholds. The silence is not absence— It is prophecy. V. The Final Ascent (voices blur — Pastor fades, Lovers pulse, Town distorts) Night, hollowed to bone. Hands claw at stone: brittle gospel. The rope— untouched. The bell— unswung, waiting. He climbs through the relics of devotion— Vows crumbling in lichen. Prayers wrapped in rust. The bell looms— a maw of iron swallowing liturgy and hallelujahs alike. No blessing. No rebuke. He steps beyond breath. The bell does not toll— but the tower leans inward. Not in judgment. Not in mourning. In final witness. VI. Metapoetic Echo (outside the tower, outside time) The bell tolls still— not in bronze or rope or lung but in the trembling script of memory. This poem folds itself around the silence echo chasing echo word chasing wound. A bell is a mouth. A poem, too. Both toll. Neither forgets. VII. The Universal Toll For whom does it toll when time buckles under relics? The tower holds us all— pastor, mourner lover, pilgrim birth, life death. The bell answers not with clang— but with heartbeat muse word. The toll is not theirs. It is ours. It has always been.

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Date: 7/13/2025 7:54:00 AM
Daniel, I like the reference to Poe. It casts a somber mood for the poem. The poem is so layered, with each layer adding depth to the poem. The ending is wonderful.
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Date: 7/19/2025 9:35:00 AM
Hello Mike, Grateful, as always, for your sharp eye and generous reading. Sending good thoughts your way! Summer Blessings, My Friend, Daniel
Date: 7/12/2025 2:47:00 PM
Man, this is masterful, Daniel. I feel Poe’s despair, Hemingway’s dread, and a biblical residue that together ring through these lines without ever feeling derivative. It’s all your creation. The sixth section lifts the veil. "A bell is a mouth. A poem, too." That line tolls loud in me. One of my favorite poets is W.H. Auden. Your closing sentiment is Auden-like in its ability to speak from personal symbol to collective conscience. Congratulations on your excellent work, my friend.
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Date: 7/19/2025 9:33:00 AM
Hello Mickey, There’s no higher praise than feeling a poem stretch from something personal into something that lingers for everyone. I’m truly grateful for your generous reading and the care behind every word of your feedback. Thanks for making the bells ring even louder, and for being such a sharp, soulful presence in this poetry journey. Your encouragement keeps me reaching for that next honest toll. Summer Blessings, My Friend, Daniel
Date: 7/12/2025 9:16:00 AM
Poetry "Bells" reference quite revealing, and John Donne's query "do not ask" Hidalgo rings the bell chiming in the fight for liberation 1810 another lotted priest that comes to mind Deftly writen poetry Daniel The image attached is reminicent of the string of missions that extend the length of California Father Serra's Missions although controversy surrounding treatment of indigenous Enjoyed!
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Date: 7/19/2025 9:30:00 AM
Dear Anaya, Your comment made my day and thank you for catching all the layers and history in the poem, and for seeing where my mind was wandering! Yes, the bells here are more than just sound, they’re echoes of Donne, Hidalgo, all those voices chiming in for freedom, change, and sometimes, sadly, conquest. You’re right: missions and memory, Serra and controversy, all shadowed by those bells reaching up and down the coast, and through time. Summer Blessings, My Dear Anaya, Daniel
Date: 7/11/2025 5:19:00 PM
Outstanding. You have become a new favourite to read.
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Date: 7/19/2025 9:27:00 AM
Hello Richard, I am honored with your comment and I am happy. Summer Blessings, My Friend, Daniel
Date: 7/11/2025 12:50:00 PM
Daniel, you have a deep philosophical view of aspects of life. Our relation to time and events so does depend on our aim and desire at the time. We certainly hope to be kind and let the world's bells ring true in each situation. Many things actually ring, but we're just not aware of it. Even an incandescent flashlight rings when first turned on...we just don't hear it without special equipment. Take care!!!! and smiles too!!
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Date: 7/19/2025 9:26:00 AM
Hello Duke, Thank you so much for such a thoughtful response for you always see the big picture and the small details at the same time, and I love that about the way you read! You’re exactly right: so much of life is about what we aim for and what we hope for, and sometimes just being present to kindness allows the world’s music to shine through. Summer Blessings, My Friend, Duke, Daniel
Date: 7/11/2025 11:02:00 AM
Very thoughtful and profound seeing things from several distinct perspectives. I can see this as the type of poem published in a reputable literary magazine
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Date: 7/19/2025 9:22:00 AM
Dear Andrea— Thank you for your incredibly thoughtful comment for it means a lot coming from you! Your belief that it could be published somewhere prestigious is honestly such a huge compliment, and it seriously lights the fire under my keyboard. Summer Blessings, Dear Andrea, Daniel
Date: 7/11/2025 10:25:00 AM
Beautiful presentation of your poem dear daniel, as always your wordplay and use of diction and how youv delivered so much here is just beyond impeccable and exquisite. Worthy of several reads. I read slowly few times and i must say its not just poetry but it is art, you paint with acrylic in such a way that readers are left in awe of not just the poetic nature of your words but also the depth "Below— the town melts into watercolors. Moonlight spills like wine over copper skin." Gorgeous and soulful! A definite fave for me! Pleasure visiting you today! Sending you light always
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Date: 7/19/2025 9:19:00 AM
Dear Empress, Reading your words truly lit up my day! Thank you for taking so much time not just to read, but to really be with the poem, slowly, intentionally, savoring each layer. You caught everything I hoped would ring out from that bell tower metaphor: the color, the light, even the echoes beneath. The way you describe the poem as a painting with acrylics what a powerful compliment! You always make me feel like poetry matters, that it’s something more than just words on a page. Summer Blessings, My Dear Empress, Daniel
Date: 7/11/2025 9:01:00 AM
The rope tastes of incense and myrrh… He pulls— clang— a bell toll… Vows crumbling in lichen. Prayers wrapped in rust...just a few of the great verses here! Yes, the bell tolls in whispers, clangs and silence, etc… each part important to listen to. Hugs ~ Kim
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Date: 7/11/2025 12:34:00 PM
How cool! Thank you for taking the time to tell me more! There is always a story, yes?!! Hugs
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Date: 7/11/2025 9:15:00 AM
Dear Kim, as a Christian, the bell tower of many of the churches is probably not at the top of most people's minds, but I am always fascinated by them. Our church, built in the 1800s, was made of rock and featured an old bell tower where the bells used to ring. However, years ago, the people who used the church took the bells with them when they moved to their new church. Now the bell tower exists but sadly it does not contain any bells. My goal was to give bell towers in general a voice, metaphorically speaking, and the stories they tell. Thank you for your visit. Summer Blessings, My Dear Kim, Daniel
Date: 7/10/2025 7:42:00 PM
I'm just wondering, as someone who is simply not capable of writing such epic poetry. How long did it take you to write this masterpiece, Daniel? Amazing!! ~ Gershon
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Date: 7/11/2025 9:09:00 AM
Hello Gershon, thank you for your lovely note. This one was written over a five-week span. Probably like you, when you're writing poetry, it's hard to know when to post because I'm always thinking of changes. Thank you again and I really appreciate your words. Summer Blessings, My Friend, Daniel
Date: 7/9/2025 9:18:00 PM
Wonderful use of the bell as a metaphor, Daniel. Like life, there are so many functions one may serve as and so many things one may share with others of their observations of life and experiences in life. Your life must be full for your thoughts are full in scope. Thanks for sharing them with us through your poetry, my friend. I see below you've been on vacation ... glad you took some time to enjoy life with your wife. Your poet friend in Texas, Bill
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Date: 7/10/2025 10:38:00 AM
Hello Bill, thank you for your insightful words and I do hope that you are having a great summer. I have had in my mind for sometime the concept of a bell tower that stood in witness to their surrounding town. It is always a pleasure to hear from you. Summer Blessings, My poetic friend, Daniel
Date: 7/9/2025 2:51:00 AM
Dearest Daniel, this poem left me breathless. The way you've captured the bell's presence and the stories it holds is hauntingly beautiful. Each section is like a piece of art, and the way they fit together is just masterful. I felt like I was right there with the pastor, the lovers, and the tourist, experiencing the weight of history and emotion. The ending is very thoughtfully deep, "The tower holds us all—pastor,....death". You're a brilliant poet, so glad you are back, welcome back :) Hugs
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Date: 7/9/2025 10:21:00 AM
Dearest Anne, yes, I am back from my several-week vacation and am trying to catch up. I have a number of poems that are nearly complete or have already been completed, which I will be posting over the next several weeks. I hope you are having a great summer. This poem really struck me, as a Church Bell tower has many purposes and therefore serves as an excellent metaphor for what turns in life or death. It is always a great joy to read your comments, and I will be visiting your poetry today. Summer Blessings, My Dear Anne, Daniel
Date: 7/8/2025 12:28:00 PM
This is a highly spiritual piece. It hit like the bell in the tower. You write with such emotion and power, Daniel. Always you give us something to remember and think about and take with us, a truth. I love how you seemed to hint that the bell's muse is poetry-
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Date: 7/9/2025 10:17:00 AM
Dearest Paige, Thank you for stopping by and yes, it does have several spiritual overtones. I tried to ensure it also covered the aspects of non-spiritual, yet still a meaningful metaphor. I believe the bells have a muse metaphor. It is always a joy to read your notes. Summer Blessings, My Dear Paige.
Date: 7/8/2025 12:22:00 PM
Fascinating point(s) of view you present here. The last stanza of part 1 is of interest. At one time it was thought the clanging of church bells warded off evil spirits. My fave part is the lover's tryst in the bell tower. Sounds like something I might have done as a teen. Glad to see you back and at it Daniel
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Date: 7/9/2025 10:13:00 AM
Hello Tom, Yes I am back after taking several week vacation with my wife. Had a great time and now I am back. The bell tower came to me as I look at the old church bell towers and the stories they could tell if they could talk so I gave it a voice. Thanks for being the first to comment and it is always a pleasure to hear from you. Summer Blessings, My Friend, Daniel

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