There is ancient memory that flows in human blood
Fragments of fire, stone, hunger, distant thunder of a flood
A scent in the air, raising hair, a feel an animal stare
The angle of the sun that leads farmers to despair
It shows itself in shivers traveling up the spine
Premonition that delivers messages of the divine
The wind whispers a warning taste in the mouth
If north ice and cold, a drouth from the south
Ants build on high ground knowing of coming rain
Birds fly south, time to harvest ripe grain
Signs and seasons cast in shadows short and long
Harbingers of good and evil in a bird song
Coded messages in crawling skin, to hark
Of unseen danger warned lurking in the dark
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Good write SB.
Thanks so much Orchi you always seem to be the first to comment and it is appreciated
Ants and birds know in advance coming changes of weather. Ants build higher. They also get energetic, hurrying along. Birds get frantic and stock up on food, knowing it might get scarce. Snails can smell coming storms and they climb up walls, avoiding the ground. The higher they rise, the heavier will be the rain, eg during cyclones. I have personally noticed all this around me.
In the US there was a case of a child who was travelling with his parents in the car. Passing in front of a house he said he felt something was wrong in there. Back at home he insisted that they go back and check. It turned out that someone was sick or injured and needed medical help…
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Thank you so much Soman for the read and most interesting comment it is most appreciated
Now, this rhyme and the one I just put out was a "coincidence"! Loved this one, Soren.
Thank you Mutley there are no coincidences must be a mind meld. I appreciate so much your read and kind words
Your poem explores the deep connection between humanity and nature, highlighting the instinctual and ancestral knowledge that resides within us. It emphasizes the idea that people possess an innate awareness of their environment, shaped by ancestral experiences and memories.
Thank you Friendship for your read and understanding of this piece. You are correct somehow knowledge is transmitted over generations not by teaching alone but physiologically. Your words have great value
You're very welcome, Sorenbarrett. Well, to be honest with you, I can't take credit for this one because I have a best friend who's pretty knowledgeable in this department, and sometimes he doesn't think I hear him, but I do.
This feels ancestral, like knowledge older than language stirring awake.
You tap into instinct here, and it hums with quiet authority.
Thanks so much Thomas your words are most valuable and cherished. We all feel it from time to time, some put it down to paranoia, some to visions or angels, I like to think it is a physiological thumb print from an ancestor
I sort of recall our resident weather forecaster telling us there was no hurricane coming.
Then the hurricane hit, and the dogs abuse he got that day, they still talk about it now.
Humans, animals, intelligence, I wonder.
Thank you Paul for your read and comment yes it seems that animals still know more than science and if we reach deep inside we too know more
Really enjoyed reading your sonnet, sorenbarrett. Well crafted.
Thank you so much Jerry I appreciate your review and comment.
Soren, this poem weaves instinct, nature, and foresight into a single current. From ancestral memory to subtle bodily warning, it reminds us that we are still part of the old rhythms. Quietly prophetic and deeply grounded. Beautiful work, dear friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you my friend for the read and seeing the intent. Yes there are some that say memory can be passed on genetically. Your support is most appreciated
You're most welcome, my friend. Happy Sunday to you!
There are many things we can learn from others including nature. I remember being told that if you could see the lighter sides of leaves, rain would be coming. And I’m sure most of us know the “Red sky at night sailors delight, red sky in morning sailors take warning.” It’s definitely a good idea to pay attention to what’s going on around us. Great poem Soren, you never disappoint.
You are too kind Allie and your words are most appreciated and valued. Thank you so much for the read and comment.
You’re very welcome Soren. Thank you for another great poem.
this one has a really nice rhythm to it 🙂
Thank you so much for the read and kind words of comment it is moat appreciated
The wind whispers a warning taste in the mouth...
that line alone is worth more than just a favourite.
as impressed as always my friend.
You are very kind Melvin thank you for a comment that makes my day
A serious and well-substantiated write about useful and imminent things! Best wishes, SB!
Thank you so much for the read and kind words they are appreciated
Those unseen dangers can be avoided in time soren. Very good words.
Andy
Thank you Andy I appreciate your review and kind words of encouragement
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