(One of my photographs, symbolizing nothing in particular - "mere interlude")Another bit of ancient history.
The scene: Phyllis was called out of town because of an illness in her family. I was alone in "Brimm Manor" ... totally in charge, preparing the meals, doing the dishes ... all alone.
This may help in understanding the origin of the poem ... what started the wheels to turning, to bring the poem into being ... but really isn't essential to the poem itself. I'm speaking in a general way of the absence of familiar sounds, and what effect that absence can have on the individual.
The poem is also witness to the fact that poetry needn't always be a light, "happy song" rendition. Poetry can, and does, roam the range of human emotions.
I like the way this one came together, the way the silence symbolizes the loneliness which is at the core of it.
But I also like the happy ending, or at least the prospect of a happy ending in "embrace of our voices" ... and that last line: "preparation for a next great leap."
The poem:
THE EMBRACE OF SOUND
I endure the silence, knowing
it will end with a teakettle's
shrilling, the dog's ticking
toward water waiting to be lapped,
the phone's late-night ringing,
embrace of our voices, for this
is mere interlude, this intaking
of breath, this hunkering down,
preparation for a next great leap.
© 2001
(originally published in Potpourri)
Today's word: ticking
3 comments:
mr. brimm, this is a truly beautiful poem. i adore the brevity. these words resonate, vibrate....thank you.
a couple of other notes: your photo doesn't seem as though it signifies nothing. it's quite telling and strangely apropos of the circumstances surrounding your poem. would you forgive me if i interpret it as a love poem?
Oh, thank you ... thank you ... Anonymous, for those two comments. And, yes, I think it might be taken as a love poem. I'm delighted that you like the poem ... and the photo.
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