For whom the bell tolls

In unfolding leaves
I fawn over my yesterdays
then, place them neatly in time
to lay within the clasp of nature’s
damp morning grasp.

But still…

juggle the

always seeking.



Of what?

We cannot ask the questions
until the answers are known.

What makes what we can’t have
always seem so much more alluring?

I gaze into a powerful silence
hold a million thoughts at once
which swim through these veins
navigate their way to
touch me at the core of
all devotion

Walls crumble… precious moments
where all thought flows at one

and I



So many times
I’ve stood and gazed
one true stranger upon this foreign shore
listening to my heart beat in waves
that flowed as I…

I simply breathed.

Sweetly seduced in a bliss of
perfect musical notes

I become the sea
the sea is me.

I am the earth
Each grain of sand beneath my feet
…is me.

I am the sky
and don’t need any wings
to know that I can fly

I can go wherever I please
leave shadows of the past behind
live my love in the deepest of passion
feed on Hope from a fountain of dreams
dance star to star with kindred spirits
also seeking to bask in glorious light
and continue to share in
life and love on this true

Journey of my soul.


‘Therefore, send not to know
for whom the bells tolls
it tolls for thee.’
(© John Donne)


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Quote:  ‘No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were: any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.’
 John Donne 1572 – 1631

I never read this whole excerpt until this morning. I think most of us will know the expressions ‘No man is an island’ and,  ‘For whom the bells tolls’ but, I found it fascinating to read about the man who wrote it as far back as 17th century England because it is still so relevant, today.

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Three Word Wednesday CCLXXll Fawn, Juggle, Navigate

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada.

24 thoughts on “For whom the bell tolls”

  1. This I loved to read, and I immersed myself in it a couple of times…so good and well written! Love that you shared the whole quote, because it does fit today so well, doesn’t it?

  2. What an universal poem! I really loved it and read it several times. At first, I picked up several favourite lines to point out, but then gave it up, as it would be taking them out of context. And the context is so complex and curious. A journey of the soul, indeed.
    Thanks for sharing it!

  3. i admit to being a donne fan. he can wax dry at times, but when he’s on… he’s worth quoting. and certainly worth speculating upon. as you do here with tidal force.

  4. The words beautiful..the shape also swelled and absorption into the great sky and, we are all as one within in it or not..accept it or get a glimpse of the ‘bigger’ is special..hope to get there one day..Jae

  5. ha ha.. at first I hated Donne. Then I ready one of his poems where he referred to the sun as a “saucy pedantic wench,” which I found brill. I kind of classify people by three categories 1) likes Donne–must be religious and dull. 2) Hates Donne–doesn’t read or has reservations about dusty language. or 3) Can quote Donne in a drunken intellectual debate–it’s a survival of the fittest, baby.

    love your response to his work, it’s eloquent and brazen: a ppwerful combo. Onward!

  6. I used a Donne poem too!! Wow!

    I absolutely got the whoosh goose-bump factor in reading your closing stanza, Bren. Some of what you say really aligns a lot with what I’ve heard about life after death experiences and also a documentary I watched recently called “The Spirit Molecule.”

    This is a really great write…This part really touched me too,

    “I become the sea
    the sea is me.”

    Beautiful unity!

  7. I really like these lines:

    “I fawn over my yesterdays”
    “I gaze into a powerful silence”

  8. Bren, your poem reminds me of leaves of grass – your writing
    is becoming more and more sublime – just delish.

  9. there were two points at which i found myself sighing, at i just am and the sea is me. there’s delicate beauty in the words, but the pace, too, i think, is the magic sprinkle of something that i took deep breaths of.

  10. Love this, especially: “one true stranger upon this foreign shore
    listening to my heart beat in waves.”
    I did Donne, too. I feel ya. 😉

  11. I knew this all along … thank you for putting it into words … Love you, Bren. Always, cat.

  12. my mind wandered off in an imaginary land where i too was the sea, the earth, the sky ! beautifully written words. keep up the good work

  13. I love where you’ve taken the quote! What a beautiful piece. I agree with Brian that it is like a meditation.

  14. That extract from Donne’s sermon is one of my abiding mantras in life: it teaches one to be humble, and to remember it is not part of the human condition to be alone.

    I loved your response to these words, so full of deep thought and earnest statements.

  15. Absolutely beautiful – an elegy. My fave of your recent work:) Best lines, for me, are “one true stranger upon this foreign shore”……”I become the sea….I am the earth”……..”I am the sky.” Absolutely beautiful!

  16. this is very cool…almost a meditation itself…becoming the sea, becoming the earth, becoming the sky….and just the moment of being…we get so caught up in doing we forget to be sometimes…

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