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Roses and Thorns

11 Sep

Roaring chariots down thunder road

Equal to—

Spring’s breaking ground to surface a rose

All of it, is noise—

 To awaken the dreamer to follow the sound

To chose—

Drummer and screamer or singer of songs

 

Silence has no meaning

Unless we are there before the sound

 

Until then—

Protest the ears that share the same mind

But not the heart—

That listens alone, before expressing

The blessings below or above the ground—

Splintering wagon wheels

With roses and thorns

 

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9 Comments

Posted by on September 11, 2016 in Beginnings, Existential, war, Zen

 

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9 responses to “Roses and Thorns

  1. thotpurge

    September 11, 2016 at 11:14 am

    Silence has no meaning
    Unless we are there before the sound
    ….gosh… that’s going to spin inside my head for a while.

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  2. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    September 11, 2016 at 11:54 am

    does it ever matter how it sounds if there is nobody there to hear?

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  3. Sumana Roy

    September 11, 2016 at 1:07 pm

    “Roaring chariots down thunder road

    Equal to—

    Spring’s breaking ground to surface a rose”…love this…

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  4. Sherry Marr

    September 11, 2016 at 2:43 pm

    I like “to awaken the dreamer to follow the sound”.And your wonderful title. Roses and thorns……..sounds like life! LOL.

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  5. Jae Rose

    September 11, 2016 at 3:00 pm

    You can’t know a rose unless you know her thorns – Silence has no meaning Unless we are there before the sound – is my favourite line also..a chariot race of a poem

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  6. Truedessa

    September 11, 2016 at 3:14 pm

    Awaken the dreamer to the sound to make a choice in the journey of life.

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  7. Mary

    September 11, 2016 at 4:28 pm

    Yes, “silence has no meaning unless we are there before the sound”…..there is a lot to think about in those words.

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  8. J Cosmo Newbery

    September 12, 2016 at 5:05 am

    A lot to wonder about in this piece.

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  9. dsnake1

    September 12, 2016 at 11:43 am

    i was once at a club, the band was playing a rock number, the bass heart-stopping, the crowd singing along, and suddenly, all i hear was a complete silence for a while. maybe it was my ears popping, maybe not.
    but maybe your poem is trying to show me, noise is relative. that the loudest noise could be silence…

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