Tired of talking,
she closed her lips so tightly
nearby tulips groaned.
We live to open!
they exclaimed, let us delight
you! But she was gone.
Posted at Poets United Poetry Pantry # 201 .
From Simon and Garfunkel, written by Paul Simon in 1966.
She changed his line "Is the theater really dead?" to "Is the church really dead."
She changed his line "Is the theater really dead?" to "Is the church really dead."
Copyright © 2014 S.L.Chast
Whew, this makes me think, Susan.. Open or closed. I still, to be honest, don't know.
ReplyDeleteSometimes we do not know that others need out voices.
ReplyDeleteso lovely! very meaningful as well.
ReplyDeleteOh! Nice. Brief and impacting.
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I wonder whom to sympathize with...the girl or the tulips....nice lines Susan :)
ReplyDeleteYour tulips open?
ReplyDeleteYou must be doing something right. To me tulips are the perfect embodiment of your tightly closed lips creature. Nasty things, tulips. Fat, stiff, greasy, artificial. Noting to do with real flowers. :-)
Sometimes the moment (to savour) passes to soon as we become indifferent/close ourselves to each others needs.
ReplyDeleteThank you for Joan Baez - my first time of listening to this particular song.
Anna :o]
I love the thought of having a conversation with tulips...
ReplyDeleteyes - we live to open - even though it can be tough at times... nice bit of wisdom here we can learn from the tulips..
ReplyDeleteSometimes I guess silence is better than words.................
ReplyDeletelove it. and tulips are my favourite flowers :)
ReplyDeleteI like what the tulips have to say ~ When she is ready, perhaps she can listen to what they have to say ~
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday Susan ~
Maybe she will rest and return to speak again!
ReplyDeleteI LOVE this poem and the groaning tulips!!!!!
ReplyDeleteWonderful piece!
ReplyDeleteZQ
To stop long enough to listen not just to hear. Nice Susan,
ReplyDeleteI love your profound brevity here, Susan!
ReplyDeleteouch...a bit sad she feels closing up is the only way...i like the contrast with the tulips susan...
ReplyDeleteInteresting poem, emitting a sense of frustration .
ReplyDeleteThank you for that musical conversation piece! LOL
ReplyDeleteThe flowers are more transparent than we are. Powerful words for thought. Thanks Susan hope it's a great week.
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