DocAndersen
The sound of crashing
metal hitting wood
wood cracking
and fraying.
did the wood break
or simply crack
it was but cracks
flowing outward from the center
as if a deranged spider web.
flowing out in twisted pathways
to stop
at the edge
and the
turning the wood
flowing around the corner.
Each crack limits us.
each crack is us.
on the wood
that has fallen
to the ground.
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Question of
sometimes the sounds we don’t hear are the most interesting? right?
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Yes
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No
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Question of
have you ever heard a noise but couldn’t figure out what made the noise?
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Yes
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No
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Q: SOMETIMES THE SOUNDS WE DON’T HEAR ARE THE MOST INTERESTING? RIGHT?
Yes (9 votes) – 100%
Q: HAVE YOU EVER HEARD A NOISE BUT COULDN’T FIGURE OUT WHAT MADE THE NOISE?
Yes (8 votes) – 100%
sometimes the sounds we do hear cause the most panic…
I often hear noise that I don’t know where it comes from or what causes it
my dad always said its just the house settling!
He said it well, dear friend…
he always had answers for everything. I miss that often.
You say he found himself in every situation and found a clever answer
Dad was a master of knowing what to say when to motivate. Mom was always the one you ran to when you hurt yourself. But dad could cut through the world and help you see what you could do.
I miss that.
It happens to me many times that I hear noise and do not know the reason for that noise.
it happens to me often, i guess I should learn to just let go!
Great poem Doc. Many things in life are fragile. And many sounds are never identified for me.
many sounds are never truly known. that is so true!
This poem shows me how fragile we are.
we are all fragile. it is the sad reality of our world.
Split wood dries and faster and burns to ashes.
Sorry, it should have been this way – split wood dries out faster and burns down to ashes.
Don’t ask me why, your poem brought that thought into my head. It is like people with split personalities.
the poem was written during a vacation when I found a piece of shattered wood on the beach. I stared at the wood for hours.
all I got for that was this poem!
you always make me laugh, or you make me think when you reply. Now, I don’t know which one to do!
I hope I didn’t make you cry. I would hate that.
It reminds me about the cracks in people. They seem like one thing on the outset but they turn out to be so many shattered pieces within.. I hope makes sense.
this time you made me smile. You often make me stop, and think about my present position versus what others think.
it is a good thing!
I love introspection, It helps me look at things as they are and brings out the positive in me. It helps me grow.
my grandfather always said “take stock.” for many years I didn’t get that. I asked him then what he meant when I was a little older. He said “take stock, is the situation better because you were there?”