26 October 2014

The Knell

For Poe by Odilon Redon


Did
you hear
the 
bells?  You
asked for us
and we
tolled—
clang dong
clang dong clang—
We knew you loved
our echoes.
Did you
hear?
Or were
you too soon
away?
too
soon a-
way





Re-posted for Poets United

Poetry Pantry #257 on Father's Day and Solstice 6-21-2015


Written for Margaret's Play it Again, Toads #10Dance the Night Away, the Waltz Wave Form by Kerry at Imaginary Garden with real Toads.


Copyright © 2014 S.L.Chast



37 comments:

georgeplaceblog said...

The rhythm of this is wonderful. I felt myself swaying back and forth as I read.

rallentanda said...

Sounds ominous. A Hemingway/Macbeth combo.For whom the bell tolls meets hubble bubble toil and trouble

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"too soon away...too soon away...." I love the tolling lilt of this poem.

Ella said...

I too felt the bell swaying-clever, Susan!
There is a haunting chill in the wonder of 'for whom the bell tolls'?!

Susie Clevenger said...

There is the tolling of a bell in this piece...It does seem a bit scary, eerie...beautiful

Björn Rudberg said...

Such images of leaving.. The bell always toll too soon...

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is haunting, Susan? One wonders at the identity of the speaker and cannot help imagining oneself as the audience..Do not ask for whom the bell tolls...

Hannah said...

What a great pairing of image and words, Susan...I so enjoyed your post!

manicddaily said...

Lovely--a real bell ringing going on here-the last line a repeated knell. I agree with Kerry--one does wonder. Thanks. k.

Amrit Sinha said...

I wonder what the bells are for ... hope it's something for the good.

humbird said...

For me bells measure our lives' hours, but only, when we allow them...Though I love the sound. :)x

Kim Nelson said...

And this is how the universe works... you asked for them and we tolled. Thus it is our task to find center, ask with an earnest heart and listen for the response. Lovely, Susan. You uplifted me this morning.

Sharp Little Pencil said...

"Too soon away..." Wonder if it was a death knell or a celebration or a sendoff. Bells toll for many reasons; let's keep the faith that it was positive. The form of this is lovely! Amy

Mary said...

Sometimes it is hard to hear the bells at all. We know they must ring somewhere, but........

Susan said...

I changed the pronoun to make it clearer.

Susan said...

I have reposted this in the light of the terrorist massacre of Black people at an historic church in Charleston, SC, USA.

brudberg said...

Indeed, in light of the recent terrorist action in Charleston there's a new way to read the poem.

Nissa Annakindt said...

Lovely narrow little poem. I liked it. A lot.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

A befitting tribute Susan.. loved the rhythmic flow and the question posed at the end.. urging us all to ponder.. is it ever too soon? Beautifully penned :)

Lots of love,
Sanaa

Sumana Roy said...

ah...the bell tolls the knell of disintegrating civilization...ugh..too soon a/way....what a write!!

Truedessa said...

Susan, I felt the church bells toll as lives were lost..too soon away...I have been seeing this story on the news and I wonder why this had to happen?

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Beautiful, the bells tolling and the repeated "too soon away." I thought of the victims of the latest shooting. And isnt it terrible that we can say "the latest shooting" ??

Myrna R. said...

Even before I read your comment above, I felt something very sad about this poem. I love bells. Their ringing is almost hypnotic to me. And I feel them as joy or sorrow, messengers of sorts. Your poem has the depth of a beautifully resounding clang. It announces the grief, and helps heal it.

Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

There is a sorrowful tone to the bells and they echo the sorrow right through to the end...another tragedy...how many more?

Grace said...

Very strong and gripping....The sounds of the bells are ominous for me Susan ~ Thanks for reposting this gem ~

Thotpurge said...

The beauty of this is the brevity.. clear as a bell.

Old Egg said...

What an alluring call bells have. Their sounds do not flee in a hurry.

kelvin s.m. said...

This is haunting, Susan. Reading this & hearing those sounds of the bells gave me chills. I'm afraid to live now in this world, everywhere there seemed to be screaming greed coming to eat you big time. You got this really right, Susan, keeping it short & strong! Thanks for the poem.

my heart's love songs said...

i love how you were able to convey the rhythm of bells tolling with your words ~ wonderful!

Jae Rose said...

I could here this chime..so wistful and yet clear..carrying in the wind of thought and contemplation...

Anjum Wasim Dar said...

when the bells ring they have a message ...though bells are of different kinds..but convey effectively and so does this poem with its dramatic rhythm and movement...

G L Meisner said...

The format really enhances the ringing bell. Great poem.

humbird said...

The echoing and the staccato/wave style underlining the sound of tragic shooting...~ example how art/music always serve as
a witness and participant in main life events both happy and sad....

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Seems tinged with regret.

Paul Andrew Russell said...

A lovely, evocative piece of writing.

soulsmusic said...

Used to live within a block of beautiful sounding church bells. I miss that music,

Elizabeth

Torie said...

I really enjoyed this, Susan! 'We knew you loved our echoes', that's such a great line :)