Long Deafness Poems
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Blue diaphane, tobacco smoke
Serpentine on wet film and wood glaze,
Mutes chrome, wreathes velvet drapes,
Dims the cave of mirrors.
Ghost fingers
Comb seaweed hair, stroke acquamarine veins
Of marooned mariners, captives
Of Circe's sultry notes.
The barman
Dispenses igneous potions ?
Somnabulist, the band plays on.
Cocktail mixer, silvery fish
Dances for limpet clients.
Applause is steeped in lassitude,
Tangled in webs of lovers' whispers
And artful eyelash of the androgynous.
The hovering notes caress the night
Mellowed deep indigo ?still they play.
Departures linger.
Absences do not
Deplete the tavern.
They hang over the haze
As exhalations from receded shores.
Soon
, Night repossesses the silence, but till dawn
The notes hold sway, smoky
Epiphanies, possessive of the hours.
This music's plaint forgives, redeems
The deafness of the world.
Night turns
Homewards, sheathed in notes of solace, pleats
The broken silence of the heart.
- Wole Soyinka -
As they watched a field of flowers gently swaying in the breeze
sitting mesmerized and awed
A young girl looked at her dad and signed.
“Daddy, do you believe in God?”
Her father paused a moment
stroked the hairs upon her head
then looked into her eyes
“I do.” He signed and said.
“Do you ever wonder why,” she signed
as from her eye he saw a tear
“why God would put me into a world
in which I cannot hear”?
“When I think of all the sounds I’m missing…
all the music…all the songs…
I wonder…did I do something to hurt God’s feelings?
Did I do something wrong?”
“Oh no honey.” Her dad signed softly with his hands.
“Some things in life we just don’t know…
we may never understand.”
“None of us are perfect…I don’t think we’re meant to me
but you don’t have to be perfect to be beautiful to me.”
“When it comes to your hearing…I don’t know…
though an answer you are owed…
Perhaps it’s so you wan’t take for granted
the other gifts you’ve been bestowed.”
It’s true you have no hearing…
and that problem is severe
And you will never have the chance to hear
the beautiful things I hear…
“But perhaps without your hearing
you see the world with more clarity…
And there is a beauty in your silence that I will never see.”
“Someday, perhaps, we’ll have our answers…
Until then by however we view beauty may we be awed..
And know every time I see you…he signed
I see the hand of God.”
Are you there God
As my faith dwindles
I ask myself
Is there any God ?
Ever since I was a child
you stood beside me,
A perception I was safe
constantly prevailed,
More of joys
some bitter memories,
Fabulous successes
fractional failures,
I felt grateful
nurtured the trust,
Every time I closed my eyes
I could feel you within.
What if I am a grown up?
You see me in tears
and don't console,
You just ignore
as my heart bleeds,
Wounds on my soul
now don't heal,
Embers of desires
simmer and eat my pride,
Deafness you pretend
and refuse to take me back.
Have you abandoned me ?
Are you there God ?
Written Oct 15th, 2015
For contest by Silent one
Awarded 4th place win
Now entered for "premiere contest number 14" by SKAT A
Will the pieces of the life you’ve lived
come together at the end
Will the times that you reflected
straighten your path out, free of bends
Are the places that you visited
more than way stops that you chose
Are the feelings that you left with
still inside you—heaven knows
Are your children still in contact,
do they ask you what you think
Are your parents now forgotten
as you pour yourself a drink
Are the days now counted backwards
with the best all left behind
Does the silence serve to haunt you
with those things you cannot find
Does the laughter fall on deafness,
do the smiles pass you by
Are your friends now off your guest list
with no time then left to find
Are the pieces of your puzzle
pointed sharp, and ill to fit
Does your conscience wear a muzzle
with the blame an endless pit
Is it what you said you wanted
when you started down this path
Or are you now among the hunted
in a bad choice aftermath
If before you’re gone, one chance flew by
a difference then to make
Would you hang on tight to all the lies,
or embrace this change of fate
And if you do, the words will say,
you almost got it wrong
Before you called those choices back
—and changed them into song
(Grantham New Hampshire: March, 2015)
He wore a suit dark with discernment
He smiled as if laughter were tears
His eyes showed a hint of that moment
When one triumphs despite the fierce fears.
He sang with his lyrics lamenting
The blindness of unblinkered men
The grief made him almost demented
There was no one there to cry out,Amen.
They imagined he hypnotised women!
Oh, he had the magnetic eye.
But ,in a dark sea ,he was swimming
There was no father to say to him,why?
He saw through the layers of language
The word of god was conserved in new forms
Hearing it gave him great anguish
But deafness allows devilish harm.
It’s an illness to be sad when we lose;
We must stay calm and keep smiling along
Our defences keep out any muse
And ignore wilful acts and dark wrongs.
He drove alongside the river one night
And threw all his medications down there
“I weep as it’s getting so late.
If I go down ,I shall scream my own prayer”
He ‘s wry, melancholic and blue
He’s slight and he’s thin with fine hands
All of his lyrics are true
We can see his face carved by demands.
Although sometimes I’m senseless
I can sense your painful cries
Even though I suffer from some deafness
I can still hear your quiet silent screams
That no one else can cause of their deafened mind
As I read between your lines
Your story speaks silent volumes to me
I feel some of what you feel
And I see most of what you see
Seems as this is how it was always supposed to be
Our hearts beating as one
I’m there with you, you’re here with me
Yet miles separate us
The love we share in together for one another
Will just simply be
Now will it ever be more than what it is now?
Well I suppose we will have to just wait it out and see
Maybe we can then make sense of the senseless painful cries
That are still silenced to everyone else’s deaf ears
Hear what we are saying instead of the quiet screams
And just letting life pass us by
Perhaps one day I will get to look into your eyes
And from there read between those lines
With no words being spoken, listening to your stories speaking volumes to me
Always feeling some of what you feel
Seeing most of what you see
But for now still this is what is seems it’s supposed to be
Our hearts beating as one
Me being there with you, you being here with me
The miles still separate
But it’s in all so much more than just fate
The love we share in together for one another
Will still always and forevermore just simply be
Where once there was the image of your face
There's now a gaping hole, an open space
When once I heard the beauty in your voice
There is a deafness there, and it's by choice
Where once there were your words in beauty wreathed
There is a darkened shroud they have bequeathed
When once there was the brilliance of your smile
There is but bitter taste of vilest bile
Where once there was the comfort of your arms
There is but thorns in place of all the charms
When once there was the pleasure of your kiss
There is but sound of demons' awful hiss
You were alive, but dead you are to me
I'll exorcise your ghost, and be set free!!
Eileen Manassian
Where have all my years gone?
there I was a mere young twenty-.one
now in a moment it seems 50 years gone
here grey haired bones ache nothing won
I've no memory of these lost years
they are frozen stiff completely still
I had many desires set to accomplish
but content I shall be, whatever it will
My memory is still alive up till the freeze
there I was my stammer still holding me down
now so far it seems to have gone far away
maybe the ice squashed it without a sound
Frustrations abound about my future
I seem to like poetry for I never did before
where did I get it, not even at school
did the freeze open up some closed door
I now feel a divine presence
never known before, God is here
freeze me anytime for this is nice
hey, my deafness is gone as sounds I hear
Life takes many turns and twists
even ice pins you to its wall
I look back now on life as it was
50 years amiss, You can't win them all
(This is an imaginary story that I was frozen solid in cryogenic
labs at age 21, in 1975.
Now, fifty years later, I have been defrosted and the experiment was a success, except for a few tweaks.)
Do you listnen in deafness without hearing the tune
See the notes writtten does it make your mind swoon
Feel the passion within without needing the beat
We dont need the band to make our hearts truly find a beat
Take away the music and quell the rage
My words are love dreams and poems on a page
So if your looking to find me their
Dont sing me a song so that I will care
Just give me words to hit my core
Because I need not hear the score
And if you need the sound to dance
Hear my words and take a chance
For the meaning is yours to keep
Without them our destiny will always weep
Take me to the place where souls rhyme
Because hearts without words are a crime
Where the guitar strings have no love Drum sticks only move when push comes to shove
Where the piano has finally lost its keys
And the microphones voice isnt coming from me
So if your looking to find me their
Dont sing me a song so that I will care
Just give me words to hit my core
Because I need not hear the score
And if you need the sound to dance
Hear my words and take a chance
For the meaning is yours to keep
Without them our destiny will always weep
I’m sure you’ve never heard of her –
Her name was Judith Scott.
The cards were stacked against her
So she didn’t have a shot.
Both Down’s and deafness were her lot;
Her twin was not affected.
An institution was her home
Where nothing was expected.
When she was in her 40’s though,
Her sister got her out
And only then did she first taste
What life was all about.
A center for disabled folk
Taught art and Judith thrived.
In sculpture using cloth and objects,
Artistry arrived.
Her colorful creations now
In Brooklyn* can be found.
Together they’re displayed and titled
“Bound and” yes, “Unbound.”
No one knew what Judith Scott
Was thinking while creating,
But she’s the proof within us all
Potential might be waiting.
*Brooklyn Museum