is alone, like a man
in his room,
thinking and thinking.
The bell is made of iron.
It takes the weight
of a man
to make the bell move.
of a man
to make the bell move.
Far below, the bell feels
hands on a rope.
It considers this.
It turns its head.
It considers this.
It turns its head.
Miles away,
a man in his room
hears the clear sound,
and lifts his head to listen.
hears the clear sound,
and lifts his head to listen.
Nice full circle back to a man in his room.
ReplyDeleteLike the bell, the man needs someone or something (the bell) to call him to action. Is the narrator a writer? Is this a little meta poem about writers block?