I am a bell, not a gong.
A different breed from those who clang. Take center stage with ease, while I get flustered. Forget my lines.
Still water running deep, I ring, quietly.
For this week’s prompt we were given three words. Ring. Water. Stage. Plus 30 more of our own choosing.
Sometimes the bells have a lot more to say than the gongs...even if they do so quietly. Great post!
ReplyDeleteThanks Bryan! I think that is very true!
DeleteOh this one makes me think!
ReplyDeleteThanks Lisa! I need to write to you-soon! :)
DeleteOK, I just love everything about this! I have one gong child and one bell child. This is such a perfect description of both. Well done!
ReplyDeleteThank you Ivy! My daughter and I are both bells. Sometimes I wish were could be a little more gong like:) I bet having both a gong and a bell keep things interesting at your house;)
DeleteBells sound more beautiful, in my opinion, even if you sometimes have to strain to hear them.
ReplyDeleteDraug, I agree with that sentiment so much:) Thanks.
DeleteWonderfully crafted.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much!
DeleteOh Valerie you are such a talented writer. Hug B
ReplyDeleteB, your comments mean so much and always make my day:) Thank you, and hugs:)
DeleteThanks LaTonya! :)
ReplyDeleteLovely! What a great use of the prompt words, Valerie! So much depth in those 33 words.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Suzanne!
DeleteDepth in poetry. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteThanks Megan!
DeleteI have always loved reading your take on the prompts and yet again you charm us with your creativity! Beautiful one...
ReplyDeleteBharathi, what an incredibly lovely thing to say. Thank you so much!
DeleteBeautifully done, oh, piratical one! What an eloquent, pithy description of intro versus extroverts. And now I'm off to ring…quietly. :)
ReplyDeleteKallan Annie, Thank you so much! I'm so glad to know other quiet bell ringers like you:)
DeleteLovely lines
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Ruby!
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ReplyDeleteThe feeling is entirely mutual! Thank you so much!
DeleteLovely imagery. I like the comparison of bells and gongs to people. I know a few gongs and not enough bells.
ReplyDeleteTara-thanks! And it's the same me:)
DeleteBut we all make a sound of some kind :) I really like what you did with this. I shall go ring quietly now!
ReplyDeleteJanna-we do don't we! Some are so much louder than others;) I will be ringing quietly too:)
DeleteI loved your use of sound descriptions... dare I say onomatopoeia?
ReplyDeleteThanks Lane-and you may dare to say it! Because you are right! It is!
DeleteThat means so much to me Jo-Anne:) Thanks!
ReplyDeleteIncredible, Valerie. You make sense using the least amount of words to the greatest effect. Lovely! Yes, I heard the ringing of that bell.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Dawn! I love that you understand my writing! That means a lot:)
DeleteYou are a bright beautiful bell.
ReplyDeleteOh Jennifer-thank you:)
DeleteI like the bell's unstatement. Nice message with this entry. Good one!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, lum!! :)
Delete"Still water running deep, I ring, quietly." - how beautifully you animated the diligence of an introvert ! Just loved this :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Shreya! Your comment really means a lot to me:)
DeleteI relate so well with this brief little piece. Especially this line "Still water running deep, I ring, quietly."
ReplyDeleteDebbie-I'm glad-glad to be in such stellar company:) Thanks!
DeleteThis reminds me of my grandmother. She's had a collection of 100+ bells from all over the place sitting on a tiered corner shelf for as long as I can remember. I used to love picking each one up to hear the different rings (some tinkling, some bright, some woody), and she let me, even though there was an excellent chance I was going to break 1 or 2. She was/is a bell, singing quietly and sweetly from the corner.
ReplyDeleteI love your comment, because my grandmother had a collection of bells as well-on a tiered shelf in her mobile home. I thought a mobile home was pretty cool in itself, but those bells fascinated me even more. I also played them, and played with them and she never seemed worried that I'd break them. After she died her collection was divided up between everyone, and while I was glad to have a few, it was never the same as knowing her collection was still intact. She, like your grandma, was a sweet and quiet bell too:)
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for telling me your story:)
Wow, that's amazing! Here's to the lovely, bell-collecting grandmothers of the world. I imagine when my grandmother's bell collection is broken up some day that, you're right, it won't be the same. A little piece of someone lovely is always a sweet reminder, but it's never quite the same as the whole.
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Deletemuch nicer to be a tinkler bell than a clanging gong. :)
ReplyDeleteThat's such a fun sentiment Barbara:) Thanks!
ReplyDeleteGreat metaphors! This has a wonderful lesson in it. Thank you for linking up!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much!!
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful words! I think this sort of describes me as well :)
ReplyDeletePS - How's the guinea pig? I hope all is well!
Very great word usage Valerie! Thanks for "drooling" over my outfit. and. Yup, my grandies are scrumptious. Especially that little guy ...OMyGosh ...he is tooooooooo cute!!!
ReplyDeleteI love this! It is simply worded, but so meaningful and descriptive.
ReplyDeleteI hope you're enjoying your summer Valerie!
Take care,
Kimberly :)