Vibes.
Inert minions long passed away
rivering subtly each
potentised remnant of dwellers
living before, now
stored and suspendidly waiting,
minutely unseen, call
those alive to feel both lament
or joy in cellular motes.
Sensitive ears might catch low
sighs as lived lives now
gone leave chromosome vibes
residing in river-beds
which tho' liquidized still float
appeals to be noticed.
Winging birds while aloft glance
and pause as if aware,
a kingfisher stares, wrens bend
for something more than
thirst-slake as miniscule essence
causes trilling to halt.
And furry bodies busily swimming
through pools stop to
hear memory's chorus, stoat, vole
and speedy otter detect
in water's un-dead breath echoed
experience telling more.
Why then can we not tune an ear,
listen for liquid speech,
focus on unlinguistic but felt fare
streaming from cells
of yesteryear's water-side folk,
pick up their token
of missives and learn if we dare.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments5
Your 'Vibes' Fay is awe inspiring and made me shudder, for more reasons than might meet the eye... you touch on things here that I have been toying with myself in the last several days..... Neville
Wow - how strange is that - - --- - - thanks Nev for dropping by early with this intriguing comment - I too am shuddering now.
A fine write Fay.
Beautiful Fay, listening to nature passed is one of the things I do as I walk beside My river.
A linguistic extravaganza - keep 'em coming.
Truly intense poetry indeed - a classroom subject of discussion
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