Duet.
When words mean
no more, as sentences stand to the side
in haunting wait,
allowing young moon, head in low mist
of kissing cloudlets
to re-bound the nightingale's drenching
of air's placid streams
with bird-sound, I stand sans language
to gratefully hear.
I will remember
this lakeside songster's silver sheened
trills echoing
before disappearing in gray speargrass
of heavenly night,
about which I now dare to write, adorn
the distant greening
of deep, darkling shadow in meaningful
phrases, describe
such creamy white, pinned-to-the-sky
magic of brilliant
diamond star-brooches bent on joining
this listening scene
as water begins its act of singing duets
with freshening breeze.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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You paint such an atmospheric scene I am there with you
Good write Fay.
Beautiful write once more Fay, I could see the scene.
Very beautiful write Fay as always describing the scene so pin point i can feel myself there. Have a nice day
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My Dear Poetess Fay,
You never fail to amaze me.
Another stupendous poem!
There’s such beauty in your choice of words.
“...describe such creamy white, pinned-to-the-sky
magic of brilliant
diamond star-brooches bent on joining
this listening scene...”
Undeniably brilliant!
Hugs 🤗
~Laura~
Thanks for caring FAY. Nature is full of harmony ~ wherever you are in the World. However it is often drowned out ~ drowned out by the cacophony of the 21st C ! I love to camp away from Towns & Cities and Natures pure harmonies have no discordance from Technological Man. Your as ever ~ Love BRAIN & ANGELA XXXX
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