The Unstruck Bell

[ShyEyes]

The bronze hangs high within the tower,
a silent shell of cold dark metal,
that holds its strength for just the hour
when heavy iron comes to settle.

It does not sing for every breeze,
nor answer every passing sound
it waits until the echoes cease
and quiet stillness covers ground.

Then comes the strike, precise and slow,
a deep resonance long delayed,
that sends a low and steady glow
through every line the craftsman made.

For truest voice is never loud,
nor wasted on the daily air;
it gathers strength beneath the shroud
to ring when only truth is there.

 

[Robiin]

The bronze hangs high within the tower,
a silent shell of cold dark metal,
that holds its strength for just the hour
when heavy iron comes to settle.

It does not sing for every breeze,
nor answer every passing sound
it waits until the echoes cease
and quiet stillness covers ground.

Then comes the strike, precise and slow,
a deep resonance long delayed,
that sends a low and steady glow
through every line the craftsman made.

For truest voice is never loud,
nor wasted on the daily air;
it gathers strength beneath the shroud
to ring when only truth is there.View attachment 432579

I can feel you @ShyEyes what you try to say...yeahh sometimes staying quiet isn’t weakness. It’s knowing when your words actually matter. The right words at the right time can speak louder than constant noise!

 

[Hangova]

Just like the bell your writing resonates with a sharp sound. Your personification of the bell is beautiful , such deep thoughts.

 

[Dark tristan]

The bronze hangs high within the tower,
a silent shell of cold dark metal,
that holds its strength for just the hour
when heavy iron comes to settle.

It does not sing for every breeze,
nor answer every passing sound
it waits until the echoes cease
and quiet stillness covers ground.

Then comes the strike, precise and slow,
a deep resonance long delayed,
that sends a low and steady glow
through every line the craftsman made.

For truest voice is never loud,
nor wasted on the daily air;
it gathers strength beneath the shroud
to ring when only truth is there.View attachment 432579

Wowww

 

[PRETTYCUTIE]

The bronze hangs high within the tower,
a silent shell of cold dark metal,
that holds its strength for just the hour
when heavy iron comes to settle.

It does not sing for every breeze,
nor answer every passing sound
it waits until the echoes cease
and quiet stillness covers ground.

Then comes the strike, precise and slow,
a deep resonance long delayed,
that sends a low and steady glow
through every line the craftsman made.

For truest voice is never loud,
nor wasted on the daily air;
it gathers strength beneath the shroud
to ring when only truth is there.View attachment 432579

True voices don’t chase attention
they wait in silence,
then echo where truth matters.

 

[cheetra]

Wow dear, you are really good with poetry. To find meaning in a bell and express it in such beautiful verses, truly gifted.

 

[Boyd]

Waiting for the echoes to cease before speaking your truth... absolute poetic perfection! ️"

 

[Anshhi]

The bronze hangs high within the tower,
a silent shell of cold dark metal,
that holds its strength for just the hour
when heavy iron comes to settle.

It does not sing for every breeze,
nor answer every passing sound
it waits until the echoes cease
and quiet stillness covers ground.

Then comes the strike, precise and slow,
a deep resonance long delayed,
that sends a low and steady glow
through every line the craftsman made.

For truest voice is never loud,
nor wasted on the daily air;
it gathers strength beneath the shroud
to ring when only truth is there.View attachment 432579

True dignity lies not in echoing every fleeting wind, but in holding one's deepest resonance until the moment demands its truth.