Language.
Yielding to stillness though
standing empty of words
I hope to hear hissing
of planets dancing in space,
to comprehend wind-songs
ether-speech orchestrates
and perceive faint chorus
from orbital worlds.
Feeling the throb of nature's
un-speak may my ears
catch the language of silent
flowers and understand
bird-talk or note scurried
soprano chatter as ants vie
with babbling controlto
of on-rushing streams.
Greeting life enjoying itself
in every form my deafness
gives voice in poetic tribute
to all, so-called, emptiness.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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A lovely invitation for your reader to wonder what it would be like to be born wild into the wilderness where your every day is filled with the sounds of ... shall we say 'silence' and animal/birdsong. I'm sure the plantlife would be eminating some sort of signals with which one would empathise. After all, were we not in a more truthful harmony with our rural surroundings before the powerbase of organised religion (yes including the druids) made its demands upon our mentality.
Yes the sounds of silence are there and waiting to be understood - - thank you for perusing my few words on Language and so pleased it took you to whys, wheres and hows - - I really appreciate your generous comment dear D.A.
This one speaks to my heart.
Ah - what an honour J.G. to know my few lines speak to your heart and thank you so much for including the verse among your faves.
A fine write Fay. Talking of ants, I tried to save a flying ant thingy from a shop, but I could not. There was a risk of getting stung - a hornet? Maybe it wanted to go shopping?!
Glad you enjoyed the read dear Orchi.
Beautiful Fay.
Many thanks Michael - - it seems silence has much from which we could learn.
wild and free a secret dream of us all
You are so right with this comment dear Ron.......dreams are free and a gift from above.
Sometimes there is so much more meaning in silence than in the spoken word. You say it well.
Amazing write Fay, you never fail to impress...And please to stay during this pandemic...
Beautiful words Fay, our walk with nature is certainly becoming more wonderful.
Andy
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