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On neglect and silence!

Do not pass this way, my friend,
do not look this way or send
your muted thoughts of sympathy
for all that has become of me;
for I am ghost upon this day;
I do not sing;
I do not pray;
The world cares not, for what, was done;
neglected here,
left unsung;
now darkened windows of my soul
shall not look out
shall be my gaol.

copyright 2012 Niamh Clune.

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About niamh clune

I love to write in childish rhyme I really do it all the time A Doctor and a Nana too 'Tis on the plum tree that I grew! Before we go any further, I must let you into one of my secrets. When I was little, fairies lived at the bottom of my garden. I used to talk or sing to them quietly (as fairies don't like shouting). And when dew covered the grass and made it glitter and sparkle, I knew the fairies were preparing for a shindig! Everyone knows that when dew is on the grass, fairies have their choice of the most beautiful sparkles imaginable. Fairies might wear peony or iris sparkle. They might wear rose or violet sparkle. Boy fairies wear shamrock and shiny breeches of bark be-dewed and made smooth and slithery ~ great for sliding down mole-hills! Fairies always throw parties in celebration of dew, as fairies love nothing more! They drink it, and it makes them giggle! They wear it, and it makes them shimmer. Dew really is the diamond in the fairy-queen crown. Apart from anything else, dew means it is a new day, and fairies love the time before dawn when they can flit and dart ~ flicker and start; hover and whiz ~ zip and fizz; float and flash ~ make-a-dash; tease and prance ~ skip and dance; hurry and scurry ~ all of a flurry; rush and rail ~ skim, speed and sail! The very best Leprechaun fiddlers play the most lively jigs. Elf harpists pluck at your heartstrings and weave magic in verse. Goblins are, by far, the best drummers, whilst meadow sprites have very high, reedy singing voices ~ almost inaudible to all but the very trained musical ear. Usually appearing on percussion are the cobbler gnomes ~ with a-clink and a-clank, whenever needed, and in perfect time. All in all, fairy gatherings are a sight to see ~ for those able to see them. I spent many an early morning dancing to the tunes of the little people. Very soon, they began to trust me, (Fairies seldom trust humans, as humans do very strange things to fairies and to fairyland), but I could dance a fine jig, pirouette often, sing a long song and recite a poem, all of which is of very great interest to fairies. They taught me some of their ancient secrets about bees and butterflies, worms and magic bears who know such an awful lot about everything. They also taught me secrets about science and the sky, and how to grow up into someone who is wise (wise enough to still believe in fairies). I like to share some of those mysteries with boys and girls (and grown-ups who still have magic in them) who are inquisitive but can also keep a secret. Sssssssssh! Promise you won't tell anyone... Are you ready? Now listen well, to the stories I will tell...

10 comments on “On neglect and silence!

  1. Tonia Marie Houston
    November 17, 2012

    Beautiful and sad. I know it’s been too long since we’ve talked, but I feel our souls know each other’s through the mute symphony of passion and despair of surviving abuse and inner struggles. Love, Tonia

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  2. Juliette
    November 18, 2012

    This is lovely. Thank you for sharing this.

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  3. songtothesirens
    November 18, 2012

    Reblogged this on A Bipolar Journey Through The Rabbit Hole and commented:
    Reminds me a little of how I am feeling today. I lost my last Grandparent today, and am feeling a bit of the ghost today. Best to just not speak today.

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  4. the secret keeper
    November 18, 2012

    silence as a partner
    with neglect
    is a soul killer.
    if it happens
    and you’re lost
    you’ve got to
    shout louder .
    wishing doesn’t help
    no one’s luck matters
    they’re mean unkind people
    that are such blind
    who don’t care people
    they let you starve
    look straight ahead people
    don’t give a damn
    too scared to care people
    rather walk away
    then get involved people
    one day they will die
    no one will come people
    silence and neglect
    don’t need to know these people
    there are those who care
    the one’s you’ll know people
    reach out and take a hand
    with the kind people
    you’ll find smiling face
    you’ll be surprised people
    you’re not alone in this world
    around these wise people

    j.k. the secret keeper

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    • ontheplumtree
      November 18, 2012

      I love this, Jennifer! Clever poem!

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      • the secret keeper
        November 19, 2012

        Thank you Niamh. Your poem moved me deeply. It is so powerful! It needed a response. It felt different here on your blog then where i first read it and responded. Your poetry is more embedded here. More secure. zi love it here very much. jennifer

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  5. thiskidreviewsbooks
    November 19, 2012

    Love it – very powerful!

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