Fay Slimm.

Silent Music



Silent Music.


Water's tune pouring into porcelain
feeds ready stalks
while dead leaves cut and discarded
relieve crowded stems to 
ready sweetest of lilies for regaling

by scent any tense mood.


Armfuls of garden's petal offerings
arrange themselves
quietly into fresh water and within
moments my timely    
custom of bloom-stillness watching 

sees built-up stress improve.


Flora the mystic Relaxator refines
unheard choral gifts
known to all flowers so perception 
being sighted by poets 
who listen may their voices align

with nature's silent music.       



    ANGELA HERE _ Good Thursday FAY - Thanks for aother lovely Nature Poem !

    The BIRDS upon the Treetops sing their Song
    The LEAVES rustle their Anthem all long
    The FLOWERS in the Carden blend their Hue
    So why souldn*t I ~ why shouldn*t YOU not praise GOD TOO !

    Blessing & Joy & Peace with LOVE
    Angela Brian & Smokey 💛💛💛

    • Fay Slimm.

      Thanking you muchly for such a poetic comment dear friends.

    • orchidee

      Good write Fay.
      Yes, in my 'Isaiah Series' of poems, there is often reference to nature too.
      You know my 'The Silent Poem'? No words in it, but it goes on for 4,367 verses. Dunno how I know that though, if there are no words to it! lol. (that's just your excuse for not writing a poem, Orchi!).

      • Fay Slimm.

        Yes nature has much to teach us dear Orchi. Thanks for that needed reminder.

      • dusk arising

        Bring on again the warmer days when you may sit among the flowers or walk through windblown falling blossom.
        I just read M.E.s post today and i am so hopefully looking forward to next spring when once more the garden of life may bloom for us all.

        • Fay Slimm.

          How true that flowers in summer give us such comfort D.A. - cant wait to see their lovely faces again.

        • Clara

          Fay, if you don't mind me being so forward, your work is something to aspire to. When one thinks of poetry, your work comes to mind... There's such imagery, such depth and feeling. Not just fancy words on a page with a rhyme. Simply wonderful.

          • Fay Slimm.

            How kind of you to think of my efforts and align them with relatable poetry dear Clara - so pleased your enjoyed my offering of Silent Music.

          • Michael Edwards

            You continue to inspire Fay - this is no exception.

            • Fay Slimm.

              Bless you for your ever supportive comments dear Michael.

            • Goldfinch60

              That mystic Relaxator will be there for us all as we walk amongst Natures glory.


              • Fay Slimm.

                I agree wholeheartedly Andy my friend.......... walking whatever the season among offerings of nature heals even the deepest of tensions and stress.

              • Neville

                tis all around us .. all one need do is learn to open their ears to it ... and enjoy........................ perfectly postulated and poemed my lady ...

                • Fay Slimm.

                  Yes dear Nev. - ears attuned to the lessons of nature do much for the curious and flowers glorying in their own being is something worthy of our learning too. Glad you enjoyed my version of Silent Music.

                • L. B. Mek

                  I admit I'm a little confused Fay, but the imagery was so immersive I tried at least three or four times before I surrendered, too much for me - sadly, but still - what an enjoyable examination of my limitations

                  • Fay Slimm.

                    Sorry if the imagery seemed to confuse you my friend. The subject was our being willing to observe the stillness and peace each flower portrays as it quietly relaxes in its own being. A lesson a human watcher can learn when doing leaves us stressed with tension. Hope this helps.

                    • L. B. Mek

                      ah ok, more contemplative than vivid: that's where I went wrong - my bad,
                      a wonderful read all the same Fay, thanks for explaining

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