Sunday, March 17, 2013

Bells Of Ireland

Green
are the bells
of Ireland

in a tender and true lassie's hand.

Long dead
are my bells
of Ireland.

I'll not see them blooming again.

For Poetics at dVerse.  Also submitted to Poetry Pantry.

22 comments:

Brian Miller said...

this is a wee bit sad mz...
enchanting rhythm for something so short...though i hope you bells do bloom again...smiles.

Sylvia K said...

Beautiful! I love it!

Fireblossom said...

Happy St. Patrick's Day, Kelli. :-)

Manicddaily said...

Something so sad here - a kind of knell - I also like the idea of bells and belles - lovely rhythms. k.

Mary said...

This saddens me.

Sioux said...

Your poem reminds me of the old folk song, "Where Have All the Flowers Gone," a song that was WAY before your time...

Kelvin S.M. said...

...the two suspended independent lines are purely hitting sadness... it makes me want to know more about the culture & the history behind the celebration... short but very well justified... smiles...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Yes, sad and poignant. But beautiful, with an Irish lilt.

Susan said...

Perhaps they are replaced by the bells of a new land? Feels like the beginning of a song after a few drinks in a bar in Boston.

Old Ollie said...

not even today?

Perhaps not - cool and open poem that lets the reader in so well.

Ella said...

Beautiful :D
I do hope there is a chance they will bloom again~

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Beautiful write Mama!!

TALON said...

Awww! You got me feeling sad for your lack of a ding-a-ling, Mama Zen!

Claudia said...

oh no...maybe a real tender touch can make 'em bloom again....? smiles

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Sweetly sad, and very musical.

Sabio Lantz said...

I had no idea what this meant until I looked up "Bells of Ireland" in hopes of a hint. And yep, no wonder, I am a plant idiot.

So then for me, this poem became FUNNY!
(not beautiful or sad like others have commented)

You killed your flowers -- you aren't a "true lassie"
You are making fun of yourself.
Very nicely done

[hope I got that right - or did I miss a deeper metaphor?]

Kim Nelson said...

I hope you speak of literal flowers. If referential, I feel true sorrow.

kaykuala said...

It would be nice if the bells bloom yet. Some loving care as much. Nicely MZ!

Hank

hedgewitch said...

A ballad says it all when it comes to losing the blooms..this one has a haunting melody under the words.

indie said...

Now to me, this rings a tone of peaceful resignation. I see "Ire Land" as a place you used to dwell, allowing your anger to control you. So if your anger does not bloom anymore, then even though you might lose a lot of your fiery, passionate spirit, you also get rid of that negative energy that sparks ire. So although there is a sadness here, I also see peace and a more gentle spirit having been acquired, even if it means giving up your feistiness in the process.

Laurie Kolp said...

So much said in so few words... powerful poem, MZ! How's everything going?

Kathie Brown said...

Sweetness and sadness all in one.