Unheard

it's like a singer
performing on stage
without vocal chords
his words fall
hushed in silence
like a deafness
upon ears
that hear

musesilencewordsfree verse

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Juliet Ligon

January 25, 2020 at 12:34 AM

Reminds me of trying to scream in a dream, but no sound comes out. This is a more creative way of expressing it and gives meaning on a new level because the ears can hear, but no sound comes out.

Sandra Adams

January 25, 2020 at 4:40 PM

Thank you Juliet...it does have that feel to it...i often wonder at those moments or trying to scream in the dream and not being able to get the scream out if the scream actually is released and if anyone can hear it? i used to sleep walk and talk as if awake when i was a little girl...i don't as an adult though... you made me ponder more thought... hugs

Agnes Krampe

January 24, 2020 at 7:03 AM

Great image, and I like your succinctness. Looking forward to reading more of your work

Sandra Adams

January 25, 2020 at 4:38 PM

Thank you so much Agnes... it's been a long time since i read your work as well...hugs

Jennifer Proxenos

January 23, 2020 at 11:54 AM

Hi Sandy, I guess life is so fast that we try to keep up with every thing, sometimes I fall behind, but always endeavor to catch up - this poem is special, as you are my friend. Blessings, Jennifer.

Sandra Adams

January 23, 2020 at 8:18 PM

Thank you Jennifer...it wasn't about me...it sparked from a conversation with someone... we all have little time to spread between the things we love and the things we need to do...i work and rarely have time to visit everyone in one day... hugs and blessings :)

Ann Foster

January 22, 2020 at 4:38 PM

Lovely. I watched a clown.. a great clown at a small circus of abut 600 people...that said NOTHING... and got the whole tent rolling, laughing, singing...and dancing from their seats... without the use of a word or note. It was magic. As my son can not speak well, and I was elated... at the miracle in front of me. Love your poem. Ann

Sandra Adams

January 22, 2020 at 6:36 PM

Thank you...i saw a clown on tv that didn't speak i think he was called the sad clown but he sang... so cool that he could get through to those that can't speak... sometimes silence can speak in great volumes...especially to the heart :) hugs

M. L. Kiser

January 22, 2020 at 2:12 PM

Perfect.

Sandra Adams

January 22, 2020 at 6:34 PM

Thank you... :) hugs

Demetrios Trifiatis

January 22, 2020 at 6:45 AM

Inspiring and profound dear, Sandra! Hugs xxx

Sandra Adams

January 22, 2020 at 11:28 AM

Thank you Demetrios... hugs

Caren Krutsinger

January 21, 2020 at 9:07 PM

If I had a dime for every time I thought I was unheard.....I would have a brand new car, and paid for! I like this!

Sandra Adams

January 22, 2020 at 11:26 AM

Thank you Caren... even when we speak we can often be unheard... hugs

Gordon Mcconnell

January 21, 2020 at 4:26 PM

Real insightful words Sandy, you bring home all that this Great piece conveys, Blessings,Gordon

Sandra Adams

January 21, 2020 at 7:45 PM

Thank you so much Gordon.... hugs

Jeff Connelly

January 21, 2020 at 1:22 PM

What wonderfully twisted words. This poem is great Sandra. Thanks.

Sandra Adams

January 21, 2020 at 2:22 PM

Thank you Jeff:)

Connie Marcum Wong

January 21, 2020 at 12:53 PM

Many of us feel we are going unheard, especially by our mates at times. Very true! xxoo

Sandra Adams

January 21, 2020 at 1:21 PM

Thank you Connie ... hugs XoXo

Anne-Lise Andresen

January 21, 2020 at 12:30 PM

- A painful silence, Sandra - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Sandra Adams

January 21, 2020 at 1:21 PM

Thank you Anne-Lise. Hugs

Chris Green

January 21, 2020 at 12:07 PM

Your brief but beautiful poem paints a dark picture of what feels to me to be a description of loneliness. At least that is how it reads to me. Wonderfully done Sandy.

Sandra Adams

January 21, 2020 at 1:19 PM

I guess it’s sort of a loneliness when muses we are used to reading go missing and all we see is the silence that falls from unspoken words ... hugs