Vibrations.
I sat one morning in leafy-green oceans
of growing corn
and felt the unknowable alter my senses.
A song of immeasurable beauty caught
my inner core
as stalks shouldered sighs up from depth.
Gowns of fragile filigree silently curled
as tassels crooned
while through silver fringes hums crept.
Bodies of spider-blown veins muscled
whispers of lure
in rustling dew-spotted bulges of webs.
Leaves flicked, bees buzzed a symphony
and air listened
for dawn's winged orchestration to begin
its tribute to Spring
as morn's breezeless hush started to sing.
With hearable ticks the chorus of nature
birthing growth's acres
in speechless glory became so intense.
I stayed convinced one morn after proof
that mute vibrations
become tuned into ears on wonder bent.
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Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: March 21st, 2019 02:43
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You know it's exceptionally exquisite Ms. Fay
especially when I have to look up words.
"Gowns of fragile filigree curled lightly" that is smooth like silk
quenching like a Cabernet Sauvignon.
👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼 excellent work
Ah my sincere thanks for this encouraging comment and so pleased you liked the read
A fine write Fay. I'm gonna sit in those leafy green oceans of growing corn, but not in a Force 10 gale! lol.
Ha - - no we have to wait until winds blow away Orchi - -- am glad you enjoyed the read.
Life is always more bearable after reading your wonderful words Fay.
Oh what an delightful thing to say Goldy --- my grateful thanks for this comment dear friend.
The final stanza holds much truth to it, and the entire poem shows the great care you took to write it.
Wonderfully done, Fay.
Many thanks Nick for your supportive comment - yes the piece was quite a while sorting itself out but so glad you enjoyed the result.
This evokes such calming thoughts of peaceful rusticity - and mines a merlot.
Ha - - I will order two and share a toast with you to the magical language of voiceless nature. Thanks a load Mike.
Its gonna take some time for my fingers to loosen up a bit so all I'm gonna say here and now is .. how exquisitely penned these flowing words are and true.... N
Special thanks for your visit and comment so soon after your journey back home Nev - - a bath and a drink before bed should relax those fingers dear friend. - - - - - so pleased you liked my penning of vibes - - wishing you a "bon nuit" then -- from me.
I sensed it too but could never pen it like you do Fay. Beauty. True.
You can pen poetic verse in your style so well Sylvia - most grateful though for you lovely comment.
Thanks Fay, but their is always something sublime about your writing, like a river flowing through a vibrant land.
Again FAY you have shared a Poem that is beautiful in both its meter & message ! Irespective of "Wherever in the World we are : UK or NZ" : An ear bent to NATURE does become tuned into its "GOOD VIBRATIONS" Because the Population Density in NZ is only 7% that of the UK there is much less background noise and the "Sounds of Nature" become predominant and beautiful ! Our Poem today on Mickey Mouse does resonate with yours in that one day all Art will graduate to the Pastoral ! As in Robbie Burns "To a Mouse !"
Blessings & Love in the Spirit :
ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡
You are so generous with your caring comments dear Angela and thank you for reminding us that nature reveals music wherever we are in the world --- wishing you moments of sitting with silence as New Zealand's sounds offer Nature's finest.
Thank you kindly Sunshinefalling for adding my poem to your favourites.
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