I listened to the bell ring at sunset
I hear the sound passing each day as death;
Knowing in the ‘morrow it will still ring,
Awakening me with yesterdays debt.
I yield to the monster of this day’s Light
With discipline. With matter. Not with fright!
The high notes settle silence with low notes
To kneel in sound whose vision has no sight.
Ah, but such is my luck! The damn thing rings
Morning, noon, and night. My life inspiring,
Regardless of my nature or my regrets.
They pale to my rise every morning.
merrildsmith
June 16, 2017 at 7:28 am
Well-done sonnet. The bell tolls. . .
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Gillena Cox
June 12, 2017 at 11:59 am
Yes the bell will ring, so it best you listen as you carry on to meet the day’s challenges.
Thanks for linking to my Sunday Standard this week
much love…
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Myrna Rosa
June 12, 2017 at 10:10 am
Love the idea of someday waking the bell. Lovely poem.
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annell4
June 12, 2017 at 8:39 am
I enjoyed reading about the ringing bell, and one day, if you set your alarm you will be the first….for me, I always love to hear the bells ring from the church in the village, as the sound floats over the mesa.
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Jae Rose
June 12, 2017 at 6:23 am
For whom the bell tolls 😉
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Sanaa Rizvi (@rizvi_sanaa)
June 12, 2017 at 4:44 am
I love that rising every morning.. for every day is a gift 🙂 Beautifully penned.
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1sojournal
June 11, 2017 at 11:10 pm
Years ago, I lived near bells that rung frequently with music that I could recognize. Now years later, and after reading your words, I have to wonder if I’d feel the same.
Elizabeth
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Rosemary Nissen-Wade
June 11, 2017 at 11:00 pm
A bell like a knell? But you could turn it to rejoicing, festive…. What it summons you to is a new day of life.
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Sumana Roy
June 11, 2017 at 10:58 pm
Time does force us to listen to its sound in a certain phase of our life. Okay, let it do what it pleases.
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thotpurge
June 11, 2017 at 10:22 pm
Sombre… but a great connection between time and life and the tolling bell.. great read!
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ZQ
June 11, 2017 at 10:16 pm
🙂
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Magaly Guerrero
June 11, 2017 at 9:18 pm
I love the ending so much… and believe it, too.
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Mary
June 11, 2017 at 8:58 pm
The bells ring on – no matter what. Perhaps there is a bit of comfort in that.
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Colleen@ LOOSELEAFNOTES
June 11, 2017 at 8:27 pm
It resonates beyond the ending.
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Jennifer Wagner
June 11, 2017 at 7:12 pm
Nicely done, ZQ!
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mhatter99
June 11, 2017 at 6:47 pm
Very entertaining sonnet.
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ZQ
June 11, 2017 at 5:42 pm
Thank You.
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Beverly Crawford
June 11, 2017 at 4:03 pm
For whom the bell tolls? A great read, my friend.
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ayala zarfjian (@ayalazarfjian)
June 11, 2017 at 3:17 pm
I agree with Sherry….rising every morning…keep doing it.
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Sherry Marr
June 11, 2017 at 1:26 pm
I love that rising every morning. Let’s keep doing it, as long as possible. Smiles.
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scotthastiepoet
June 11, 2017 at 12:09 pm
A testing and stretching write as always – much much that is truly telling and to ponder here. You have a unique voice, my friend….
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magicalmysticalteacher
June 11, 2017 at 12:08 pm
Oh that annoying ringing! 😉
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Paul F. Lenzi
June 11, 2017 at 1:01 am
it seems we folks of a certain age develop a special relationship with time – nice work – I find the sonnet a most difficult form
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