No Words.
A small bird on a rock-peak above froth-veined
white rolling stream began speaking to me.
Not by words he set about piping in strong happy
notes among leafy islands joy's sweet clarity.
With no way to transcribe I leaned forward into
his mind and caught the right frame of his tone.
No words could describe his voiced cadence and
briskness the gladness such singing made known.
With symphonic report his gratitude for water
refreshment came from sheer slaking of thirst.
That bird bridged understanding by abundance
of satisfied trilling of gladness without a word.
I learned the secret of joyful existence that day
from a dipper who word-less contact displayed.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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ah, this is so sweet and nice to read. a lovely poem, FaySlimm.
Great uplifting write Fay.
Yes, lovely write Fay. Erm, sometimes 'little birds' can be awful gossips if the 'speak'. Oohh heehee.
Beautiful write and a wonderful bird. I have spent hours watching them in the past, they are super to watch.
Beautiful
Beautiful write Fay. Made me wonder, if a bird could write poetry, of what he might say. I think he'd have much in common with you.
Thanks FAY ~ Excellent Picture & Awesome Poem ~ Thanks for sharing & caring ! The voice of NATURE is oft more reassuring than the clamour of MAN ! Yours as ever BRIAN
Sometimes we learn more without words....
Beautifully said, as only you can!
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