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Listen

Do you ever hear the wind whisper?

I sit in autumn's garden and listen,
a sparrow nibbles bread from my table,
and I?
nibble at yesterday.

Unselfishness is the rare beast I stalk,
and occasionally find in
the withered ruins of summers past.

Wind catches my thoughts
and murmurs a smile
that cracks the leaden sky
into an arrow of blue,
it is then I know
hope is the last to die

amongst the nudging brambles

of this thing we call life.

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  • Purrsanthema
    March 7
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    My spelling in comments: please forgive me: my hands hurt today.

  • Purrsanthema
    March 7

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    I still admit i love your sonnets best, but then we all know I'm addicted to sonnets. "Did you ever hear the wind whisper?" I lovve the way you develope that thought : "nibble at yesterday". I love the cadence of "the withered ruins of summers past." I love the phrase "that cracks the leaden sky" .Your pure iambic shows through there. it shows through beautifully again in "amongst the nudging brambles". what a lovely poem, very close to the bone: very stark.

  • ecrivain01
    December 1, 2008
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    Profound ...

    and insightful -- as usual.

    C'est parfait.

    I hope life is evening out for you by now.


  • just rob gold member
    December 1, 2008
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    Boy, does this strike a chord. Well done!


  • onerios13
    December 1, 2008

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    a sparrow nibbles bread from my table,
    and I?
    nibble at yesterday.

    I have heard it say that in the Bible, God did not appear in a storm, nor in an earthquake, nor in howling winds and driving rain...that he instead was in a soft breeze, his voice like a murmur in a dream. This piece reminds me of that for it was so pure, so naked and devoid of anything but truth and the condition of the human soul, that I doubt I have read something so impactful and so powerful like this in a long time.

    Yes, I heard poetry in this.


  • Cherokee
    September 11, 2008

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    I love this. I knew I would. So pretty with an old-timey feel. Few can do that well. You always do.


  • justgot2loveme
    August 22, 2008

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    Hope is the last to die,
    WoW I really like that
    and I find it to be so true.
    This is what I call a very
    pretty piece of joy.
    Reading it makes one feel
    so relaxed. I enjoyed very much.

    Justgot2loveme


  • apoeticinjustice gold member
    August 21, 2008

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    I love to listen to the wind, to all of nature as She speaks to those willing to listen. If not for hope, life would be pretty dreary. A wonderful read.
    Rory


  • Cannonsfire
    August 18, 2008

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    This is wonderful! 'nibble at yesterday' How often we do this because the past seems safer somehow than taking a large chunk out of tomorrow. Beautiful poetry. Love, C


  • Nevel
    August 17, 2008

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    Beautiful done! the flow is really amazing, while your choice of words left me to ponder, such a kind of acceptance in your poem...wonderfully imagery


  • BehindTheShadow
    August 17, 2008
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    Beautiful!

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