as cast metal church bells
collective burden of weightless imaginings
I am an Australian poet, writer, blogger, psychologist, wife, mother of two children, autism and environmental advocate, and mad animal lover
Australian poetry, Gabrielle Bryden, modern poetry, poem, poetry
January 3, 2012 at 1:55 pm
Note: image from microsoft free images
January 3, 2012 at 8:51 pm
All those weightless imaginings do take their toll… Oops!
January 4, 2012 at 2:33 pm
Bwhahahaha – very droll Stafford 🙂
January 3, 2012 at 9:35 pm
Thanks Tilly 🙂
January 4, 2012 at 2:53 am
So few lines…so strong a sensation from reading them.
January 4, 2012 at 2:34 pm
Thanks Charles 🙂
January 4, 2012 at 6:04 am
head heavy…better than head empty?
I prefer your picture than free microsoft images, if I can say so…you are much better!
January 4, 2012 at 2:35 pm
Thanks Benedicte – I prefer to use my own photos but my camera is broken and Michael’s camera is not very good (and there are no church bells around here – haha).
January 4, 2012 at 10:12 am
i hope the head gets a chance to turn that weight into something filled with light,
January 4, 2012 at 2:36 pm
just playing with words Graham – I was imagining what it would be like if you could remove your head (at leisure) and this one popped out – haha
January 4, 2012 at 11:48 pm
The cast metal makes me feel the weight. Some of those really deep-toned church bells make your teeth chatter. Great images!
January 5, 2012 at 8:36 am
Thanks Selma – I probably shouldn’t have the actual bell image in the post, as it should be an imaginary image! (but I so like having a picture to go with my posts).
January 5, 2012 at 5:10 am
Thought you had the ‘flu, Gabe, lol! That’s when my head feels like a lead weight…
January 5, 2012 at 8:37 am
haha – no, but my head usually feels heavy from allergies 🙂 It’s not an autobiographical poem.
January 5, 2012 at 9:12 pm
I was just joking. 😆
Nice poem, Gabe. Love the ‘weightless’ imaginings – they can indeed feel as heavy as lead! Good one!
January 6, 2012 at 10:01 am
Thanks adeeyoyo 😉
January 5, 2012 at 9:31 pm
This perfectly encapsulates the way in which worries and anxieties about things that may never happen can weigh us down
January 6, 2012 at 10:03 am
Thanks bluebee – yes, most things we imagine will go wrong never do go wrong.
January 8, 2012 at 10:25 am
deep sonorous clang of poem — I know I’ve had days like that — now I have more a sense what they are
January 8, 2012 at 2:29 pm
Thanks Aletha 🙂
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