
The Fathomable Unknown
Pondering,
you recollect the past,
its sweat-stained shirts
and hulking monoliths–
describe the bells
so that we hear
the tintinnabulation,
the bell-swell, clapper-clang,
ding-dong, soul-singing
ring across the hills and plains
across the years—construe
what’s false or true. You,
Writer, make a city rise and fall.
Create a giant, defiant but
literate, stormy as a cloud–
wonder aloud,
grapple for answers
based in knowledge—
a girl, a famine, misogyny, religion—
the thousand indecisions,
the visions —
life and death
and forgotten facts
buried in earth and under snow,
but know,
like the snowbells, they rise and ring,
and like the robins they sing,
a song takes flight,
their wings catch the light
and a tale rises from the dust,
because it must,
a wonder of sorrow, regret,
love, or glory–
Once upon a time. . .imagine. You tell the story.
I revised this poem from last Monday’s musings and added the audio. You can read more about the inspiration and see more photos here. I’m sharing this with dVerse Open Link Night.
I loved to hear you read your poem, it really worked and I love how you had reworked it
Thank you very much, Björn.
It was fun today!
Beautifully read by you, Merril…
Thank you! 💙
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Loved hearing and seeing you read this at OLN today. An affirmation…you, the writer….YES!
Thank you very much, Lillian.
Thank you for hosting!
Wow, fantastic revision!!! The poem is so musical, with outstanding use of rhyme. It has a T.S. Eliot vibe to it, which I also love. For me, the whole poem turns on “You, / Writer, make a city rise and fall.” Brava!
Wow, Liz! Thank you so very much!
Interesting about Eliot–and what a compliment. Not as bleak though! 🙂
You’re welcome, Merril! I agree that your poem isn’t as bleak as Eliot’s work. 🙂
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The revision works well, and I especially like the invitation at the end of it. (K)
Thank you very much, Kerfe!
“You,
Writer, make a city rise and fall.”
Luv the direct address here. It was good hearing you read.
Much ❤ love
Thank you so much, Gillena! I appreciate your kind words. 💙
A beautiful spot to contemplate ones past, present, and future!
Thank you so much, Dwight!
You are welcome!
The power of writing is easily missed. We create our reality with our words every time we put them on paper. Sometimes this is an exercise in imagination and sometimes an exercise in seeing ourselves.
Thank you, Ali.
Yes, you are right. This poem came about from thinking about some recent things I’ve seen (play, movie) and read, current events, history. . .and Jane’s random words. 🙂
I like how you play with sound here, Merril.
Reading your lines “bell-swell, clapper-clang,
ding-dong, soul-singing”
reminded me immediately of Gerard Manley Hopkins’ poem with lines like these: “Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows | flaunt forth, then chevy on an air-”
from “That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire” I believe.
I don’t think you were necessarily going for sprung rhythm but that’s what came to mind. . . .
Thank you so much for your close-reading and thoughtful comment, Marian.
I appreciate the compliment! I wasn’t trying to emulate Hopkins or any particular style or form. I just went with what the poem wanted me to do, and I enjoyed the sound and rhythm as I was writing.
Oh, yes, I know that, Merril. I’m just mentioning the ripple effect of your fine verse in my mind, a recollection from long ago. Ha!
Aww–I love that, Marian! 💙
An excellent poem delightfully read
Thank you very much, Derrick!
Gorgeous, gorgeous work done, Merril! 😀 It was a joy to hear you read at OLN. I especially like; “You, Writer, make a city rise and fall. Create a giant, defiant but literate, stormy as a cloud.” ❤️❤️❤️
Aww–thank you so much, dear Sanaa! ❤️
Beautiful reading. Definitely meant to be read aloud with all the wonderful sounds you instill, writing is done right when it’s a “bell that takes flight”💝‼️
Thank you so very much, Tricia! 💙
My pleasure! 💗
correcting my quote:
“and like the robins they sing,
a song takes flight” 😆🎶👏👏
Thank you again! 😊💙
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This has to be one of the best poems I’ve resd about the process of writing. It made me remember a poem by Emily Dickinson, “The mind is a groove” something like that.
Thanks for sharing this masterpiece, Merril🙂
Thank you so very much, Jay.
I’m not certain which Emily Dickinson poem you mean, but I appreciate that my poem made you think of it. Thank you so much for your kind words! 😊
Oh it’s this one: https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-brain-within-its-groove/
You’re most welcome, Merril 😇
Thank you so much, Jay! 💙
Nice work on the revisions 😊
Thank you! 🙂
I love this poem, and how you read it. The rhythm is perfect and the use of natural objects makes it phenomenal
Thank you so much, Lamittan, for you kind words and lovely comment! Much appreciated. 😊
Feel most welcome, Merril. 😊
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It’s so rewarding to revisit and work on poems – they are never really finished. I love the use of onomatopoeia in the opening stanza, Merril, and the internal rhyme in the lines ‘Create a giant, defiant but / literate, stormy as a cloud’, and the songs as robins that take flight and ‘their wings catch the light’.
Thank you very much, Kim. I appreciate your close, careful reading and very kind words.
I thought I recognised those bells, and the ‘giant…defiant’. That rhyme stuck with me. I like your revision, that ding-dong defiance comes over strongly.
Thank you! Yes, the revision pared down some of the wordiness. 🙂
It maybe tightened it up. Made a good poem 🙂
Thank you! 😊
Gorgeous poem, Merril. Love the sonic nature of it, the wordplay and rhyme, the existential grappling. Beautiful to read. I like how there’s a feeling of cares taking flight with the birds you’ve depicted. Stunning photo too 🙂
Thank you so much! 😊
You’re welcome! 🙂
Loved hearing you read this.
Fabulous!
Thank you so much, Resa! 🥰