The songs I sing to sisters
or to brothers passing by,
much like voiceless conversations,
that rely on eye to eye.
My crimson heart’s pulsating
like the rhythm of the tide,
that greets a rushing river
with that silent sort-of-sigh.
You’ll never hear my whispers
to the hummingbirds or bees,
nor realize I’m dancing
with each southern summer breeze,
And come each fall, I slip this place
before the frosty freeze - -
share final toast with boggy ground,
and final waltz with leaves.
Like an imprint, left by twister
that remains by a loved one,
in days of dormant solitude
I’ll redo what’s come undone,
‘til spring at last, spreads ‘round her scent
at those seasons yet to come,
Now clad in gown of phantom fare
I must muse with star and sun … … …
© 2009 Joy Burki-Watson
Author notes
Sights & Sounds //////// of Silence
Options: All options are from POV'S
10. Flower
I love the use of color, texture, all senses and try to share accordingly?
A contest entry
- Sights & Sounds of Silence---Prompt & Options Contest PLUS Word bank (900 POINTS) by liquidmindforever.
1200 points, ended June 20, 15 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
All comments are appreciated / answer in kind!
Comments
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Wonderful from Start to Finish
Dear Poet,
Thank you for entering my contest Sights & Sounds of Silence, Prompt, Option Plus Word Bank Contest with you submission "Marsh Mallow Rose."
The title is brilliant foreshadowing the dazzling
contents.
So very well done.
WISHING YOU THE BEST in my contest,
Until then,
stay
liquid

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If this isn't top shelf material then you won't find me rummaging through your drawers looking for other treasures...lol. Best of luck in the contest.
Sincerely,
Leo Long

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Ah, joy, I see it, I hear it,
I feel the pulsing rhythm,
Oh, the mention of the twister,
the imprint...reality striking,
A very fine piece.
M-C

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IMHO!
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It may be just me but...
.....I struggled with the flow of this piece in places.
Also, I believe you've split each line in half.
Anyway, I'm being a bit pedantic ; it's not that bad - just not top class.
Regards,
Robin. -
Silence heightens our other senses and what vivid and beautiful visions you've create before my eyes.
Wonderful read with a flow like the rhythm of gentle tides.


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