The Bells

THE BELLS

The bells bloom livid colours, shame pallid meadows
A repetitious background, a slowly relentless tolling
A perennial pealing, a drifting bounty, a wild seeding
Windy swallows dart, swoop and pirouette their joy
A fresh baked thought bubble balloons, swells, pops
And mind’s ears flick at sounds like spectral sparks

The bells strut in Sunday best, bass thunder rumble
Faint as resonance, quiet as bombast gone renegade
Beleaguered camp followers wheeze in counterpoint
Byzantine fecund life breath of drowned noetic souls
Broadcast sub voce the archaic “thee”s and “thou”s
O cry wolf or else offer up a loaf as yet unleavened

The bells lay forth shamelessly tantalising plenitude
Ding dong a dangerous saunter into a lax conjecture
Some lame foolishness exclaiming the quintessential
In an ordered tolling, a ritual dance of tongue and lip
Denying the toll free path where love is everywhere
Bouncing off the drums and dancing over the flames

The bells ring out clear and true to each far horizon
Bluebell, harebell, sleighbell, belle of the ball bells
Bid our selves as if elves come dancing: inner, outer
Awaiting a finding of that sworn to stand beside us
Illuminating the everlasting beyond beyond moment
The bells bloom livid colours, shaming pallid meadows

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About Ben Naga

Pilgrim on the lam. Please feel free to explore the links to learn more. I trust you will find some things there will have been worth the effort. See you there.

Posted on August 10, 2014, in Poetry and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. 17 Comments.

  1. these bells
    offer a plenitude
    of words
    within their sounds 🙂

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  2. These bells of many personalities. They’re everywhere. They’re loud and they’re whispers. A lot of emotions. I enjoyed the rhythm you wrote this in. That uniqueness we talked BOUT EARLIER. 🙂

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  3. This made me think of bluebells, but I’m a flower nut.

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  4. Made me think of “Ring Out, Wild Bells” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson…enjoyed your poem.

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  5. I love this, Ben. Another one to print out and savor more thoroughly. Will try to get back soon with further comments.

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    • That will be nice. 🙂 As ever, I am happy to discuss or illuminate if desired.

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      • It’ll take some time to get it printed – long process (without having a printer connected to my computer). I did finally get your “Gaia’s Offspring” printed out and read a few more times – will hopefully have a chance to comment more on that one soon too. Like “The Bells” it is rich with content!

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  6. thefeatheredsleep

    this reads as a classic a true classic. Brings to mind obviously the story of ‘the bells’ but more than that, reminds me of Tennyson because he of all the poets I am really familiar with, was able to write at length and transport you into a fair isle of imagination with such beauty and observation. Lovely. Really lovely.

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