The wind's singing
over the grass
under free-wheeling stars
dancing to the music of the spheres
dampness underfoot
good soil on the soles
foot-stepping across a shining field
we cracked the moon
it spilled a liquid light in waves
an ocean flooding a beach of stars
in shadows of a grove
vanilla-scented trees still creak and sway
to the perpetual sound of the wind's singing
This is a manipulation of a stock photo. Click to view larger — it's better bigger.
posted by MB at 11:33 AM
20 Comments:
Lovely poem, creating beautiful images, enhanced by gorgeous photo!
i can see the trees in the shot dancing to the music of your words.
delightful!
I love the moon like an egg-really lovely
"We cracked the moon..." love this too!! Sounds like all the perfect elements for a hand holding walk on the beach!!
Very Bobdylanesque.
mb, this gave me both chills and a lump in my throat from the beauty of your words. oh my! too good, too good! miracles in words.
I hear the wind among the trees
Playing the celestial symphonies;
I see the branches downward bent,
Like keys of some great instrument.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, A Day of Sunshine
How funny! I posted some wind quotes on my blog today and I come here (I've been reading your blog, first time to comment) and found a beautiful poem about the wind singing.
nice to meet you, I'm Kathy. :)
Very fine, and equally enchanting photo-play.
The first little bit reminds me of being a kid and spinning 'round and 'round while looking at the night sky...
wow. your cracked moon spilling led to a bit of eye leakage here. amazing. I *think* that those couple of lines are my favourite 'poetic image' I've read here to date. Gaston Bachelard would call it a phenomenon :)
Sx
I relate to the way you can manipulate nature with words the way she manipulates us.
Those who can sway to her changes understand.
I started to say that I love the third stanza but then I relized thats not true I love the whole poem it paints an enchanting pitcure
I walked the dog tonight through the splashes of pure theatrical light from a highly dramatic moon... and came in to this.
pretty perfect
woah. i could ad lib and say its my thot..:D
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tremendous stuff mb
thank you
It makes me feel like flying away above the trees.
stopping by for my infusion - leaving more refreshed. the liquid light did it this time! :)
MB, your poems just get better and better. It really must help to have the discipline to practice every day. This one is really nice - it incorporates all the senses, and magic, too.
Lovely dance...
such lovely rhythm full of scent and sound! you're a weaver of words!
Thanks, all, for your wonderful comments. They are much appreciated!
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