still not sleepy?
go outside
and put your
ear to the earth
you can hear
puddles vibrating
with insects
close your eyes
for a moment
you can hear
cobalt sky opening
to a starling’s
brush stroke
take a stroll
beyond the city limits
You can hear
wheat ripening
in the field
not yet
bread.
go outside
and put your
ear to the earth
you can hear
puddles vibrating
with insects
close your eyes
for a moment
you can hear
cobalt sky opening
to a starling’s
brush stroke
take a stroll
beyond the city limits
You can hear
wheat ripening
in the field
not yet
bread.
Photographer: Cayce from malaysialisten!
in the wee hours
if you are very still
and not trying
to write good poetry
you can hear
a song behind a song
9 comments:
this is how i write. if you stop trying, something will come out. a song behind a song :)
I am just imagining listening at the puddle. So sensitive and beautiful. Thanks.
Lovely work. The sounds and imagery are superb...
You have presented wonderful imagery to these tired old eyes Gabrielle, thank you for a lift this early morning.
I think you have done both - listened in a deeper way and written a good poem. A very good poem.
These are both beautiful. You have such a gift for conveying delicate meaning. For some reason the comparison I want to make here is that it is like a fine, delicately wrought filagree (did I spell that right?). In any case, it's beautiful.
This was fantastic! I soo enjoyed this!
This was a beautiful spring song ... and with nature, nothing could be better.
"a song behind a song" ...
how delightful! A poem behind a poem.
this morning i walked, still in darkness n i heard....
a thick wall of sounds
birds in every bush n tree full of songs
when the sun came up they became busy with other things
love
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