Besting.

Fay Slimm.

 

 

 

Besting.

 

Repetitive cooing of an un-mated wood pigeon

seems so tenderly moving.

An amalgam of voices making dinner-time chat

sounds surprisingly soothing.

Mesmerizingly restful an incoming tide swishing

on stones in covert beaches.

And agreeably pleasant the motorised greeting  

of blooms by afternoon bees.

Rhythmical rocking of rails on fast trains might 

quickly my mind hypnotize.

Resonance trembles from waterfalls dropping

to vibrational silence.

 

And what of those somnolent tocks after the
ticks from my grandfather clock
Or the continuous sizzle as near-boiling my
kettle sings on kitchen hob. 

Those crackles from logs on after-work fires
are so warmly relaxing.
As is the swish of home-winging birds when
rain makes tuneful splish and splash.
Or Summer's light murmur of night-wind's
quiet passing through leafy trees.

 

Yet none of these soothing rhythms come

near besting the best for me.      

 

The most precious of sounds and gentlest 
are the whispers of sleeping contentment
in your peaceful breath next to my breast

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 19th, 2020 05:57
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Comments6

  • orchidee

    A fine write Fay.

  • Alan .S. Jeeves

    Lots and lots of metaphors here Fay.
    Very cleverly executed. I doubt it could be bested.

    Ex animo, Alan

  • MendedFences27

    The chorus of Cicadas chirping close to Sunset on a Summer's night..
    A host of brilliant rhythms poetically presented. The last a stunning one. a beautiful poem, Fay.- Phil A..

  • Michael Edwards

    A super write but then I wouldn't expect anything less from your talented pen dear Fay.

  • Saxon Crow

    Lovely poem, although myvwife informs my gentle whispers are in fact snores!

  • Goldfinch60

    Another wonderful poem Fay, that last verse is so meaningful and I miss it so much.

    Andy



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