Wordless.
Worldfulls of linguistic wonder is there
in countless murmurs if we stay aware.
Join a bird before trilling, for beak-practice
warbles a magic meant to delight.
Catch awe from hearing the speak of grass,
or when a lake gleams in first light
listen to dawn's steam massaging its back.
Eavesdrop on the banter of ants
laugh at fly mumbles, hark to non-language
creaking of twigs, note the chatter
as rain meets paths, stoop at stalks cracking
without vocabulary, bend to moans
of voiceless roses when fading petals dangle.
Watch bark scrape in annoyance
as wind batters trees during sharp showers,
Gaze to catch granite enjoying
duets as solid feet deflect high-tide power.
Smile at the wordless warm
welcome fish give to sunshine as fins bow
to its rays in surface waters .
Stop to let frog-croak's Spring lust tell how
many mates his call will order
come sundown's twilight if you wait around.
Applaud season's full orchestra,
by receiving its wave-band of talkless sound.
With silentious contact nature's voice uses
codes worth the learning should we choose.
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Fay Slimm. (
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Somehow within words you have managed to capture natures voice in all it's guises and regional accents.. tender, awesome and starkly beautiful.. N
Thank you loads for this supportive comment dear friend - - you always manage to bring more life to my writings Nev.
I know I have said it many times before, but it really is such a real pleasure to visit each of your delightful posts.... and then some, by the way.... N
A fine write Fay.
My humble thanks for your visit and comment - so pleased you enjoyed the verse Orchi.
Ribbit! You brought to mind the quiet of woodland with a gentle roar above as breeze plays through the tall foliage and the creaking of a tree trunk as it remembers the need to sway. Musty damp aromas fill the air.
All taken for granted in my youth.
Ah - - when a reader is transported by the subject I am so pleased as a poem should infiltrate perception and make minds see other sides of the familiar - - thank you for your welcome input of your own experiences with nature D.A.
Thanks for sharing FAY ~ such a omnicompetant Ode ! The Countryside in Cornwall : Essex : New Zealand is replete with sounds especially @ Dawn & Dusk when 21st C Cacophony is more silent ! But these place specific sounds tell you exactly where you are ~ without words ! We all live near the Coast and your third stanza reprises the Sounds of the Coast ! Softer in Essex than Cornwall or Auckland more SEASIDE than SEA COAST ! Thanks for amplifying the sounds of Natures Wordless Voice. Great poem to recite !
Blessings & Love ~ ANGELA & BRIAN 🧡🧡🧡🧡
Always a pleasure to share my thoughts here on this friendly site with such support as you both try to give - - yes the countryside can teach us all a thing or two if we find time for its loquaciousness - - - - thanks for another delightful comment.- -
Natures symphony is so wonderful to behold. Beautiful write as ever Fay.
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