Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Communication--By David Austin--United States

Communication

He spoke so softly, so lovingly,
Words that caught a summer morning’s breeze
And they flew about the sleepy town
Gathering aroma, color and body
From the various flowers
And from the various trees

Oh there were garden flowers and wild flowers
Oh yes, but there were unruly green weeds.
There grew the sturdy oak, the weeping willow,
But there were sick trees with rotting fruit had
                  lately gone to seed

Well, the caring breeze swept right along,
But was cruelly changed by negative flow,
And words of honey began to sour
In blazing sun and rooster crow

Thus was born a tale old as Babel,
A semantic puzzle don’t you see
All ain’t sweetness, loving, lightsome.
Careless mouths don’t blend together
Through human fault and fickle weather

David Austin is professional violinist and teacher, who communicates through poetry. He has played with the Cincinnati Symphony, taught at Colorado College and various public schools. He is a published author, who has been writing poetry and novels for over 40 years. His pride and joy is a shelter in which he feeds and cares for animals.  David is a member of Poetry Soup.

3 comments:

  1. Noble is the tussle between oak and willow. From that point on, it pretty much goes downhill, as you so aptly have stated. Love the way this spirals on a downward path, even though the closure is not what one might hope for... stuff happens.

    Fantastic poem, David.

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  2. Wow, you have really outdone yourself with this write my friend. I surely enjoyed reading this tremendous poem this evening. You have written a magnificent and triumphant piece. Great work,

    Russell

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  3. Very interesting! My first thoughts were, gossip sure can change the color and intensity of a whispered story. Careless tongues do not realize the damage that can be done. Was just thinking on this this morning. Thank you for sharing your obvious talent.
    Charlene

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