Guest poem submitted by Zenobia Driver:
(Poem #1294) The reticent volcano keeps
The reticent volcano keeps His never-slumbering plan; Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale Jehovah told to her Can human nature not survive Without a listener? Admonished by her buckled lips Let every babbler be The only secret people keep Is immortality.
I really liked the volcano imagery, especially because it suggests that a silent person has a never slumbering plan, and he never confides it to those it affects - the men who eke out a precarious existence on its slopes. I also really liked the last two lines - I think the way immortality is used to illustrate that people can never keep things to themselves is amazing. Basically I like this poem because most people talk too much and just can't keep quiet, even when I ignore them and maintain a stony silence. One more thought - why are people so uncomfortable even with friendly silences? Why must they rush to fill them in with higgledy-piggledy words? Zenobia.