Sound Of Words

Somewhere deep between the lines
Beneath the waves, under the sky
Words are sound asleep, memories of days bye-gone
Waiting in your dreams for a chance to speak,
Pages yet unwritten to fill with words, characters of ink
Hover in the middle dark like bright winged birds
Feathers rustling syllables through clouds of leaves astir
Sweep the vowels from forest floors where consonants occur,
Thought is ever a bough before breaths of green
Which return to life again 
Light footsteps whispering rain
Your song has grown on such vines
Every verse in kind reply
Somewhere deep, between the lines



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Written on 2013-11-08 at 01:38

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countryfog
There is so much here, elegance and grace and gratitude and a way of seeing and listening and relating and revealing that I so rarely come across unless I'm reading Wordsworth. This is simply beautifully done.
2013-11-09



An appealing piece from my friends at Yhe Salon. As always, there's a deft touch when it comes to imagery, especially for the 'bright winged birds' :>)
Here at BirdBrains, we find ourselves nodding emphatically at the notion of words in waiting, since so much of our time is spent trying to finish work so as to continue our poetry. (Lately we tend to fail, unfortunately.) Applause!
2013-11-08

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Dear Ghost, Loret.
by Chaucer Whethers