Sunday, January 22, 2017

Sweet Murmur





Sweet Murmur





Your voice is just the murmur
of the wide windy moon
after the storm passes over,
love is just sweet murmur

grinding grit and gravel
as the tide rolls in too soon,
salt over sweet murmur
of the far windy moon







~January 2017

for Brendan at   real toads









Image: Moonrise, Beaumaris © Clarice Beckett

14 comments:

  1. Gentle, longing, as light and foggy and heart-piercing as a dream.

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  2. This is gorgeous, Hedge. There's a circular rhythm in its murmur (what a word!), seething and soothing. We end up back where we started, with that "wide windy moon." Amen, and thanks.

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  3. The repetition of the windy moon got me thinking of the Erik Linklater's book the wind on the moon... a touch of fantasy, and then the fantastic alliteration of grinding grit and gravel... just the perfect music.

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  4. Oooh! I so love how you turned the mood on a dime between stanza one and two.. the diction is masterfully applied.

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  5. Love your smooth circle. This is a poem to hum to, while lying on the beach at night, watching the moon do her thing.

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  6. I so adore that "wide windy moon". Just gorgeous, Hedge.

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  7. the skies have opened up and poured here in dry California... except yesterday, for the *gigantic* march in LA. Even little Laguna Beach had over 4000 attendees, next to that lapping tide. today it pours again.

    I think we expect normal to last - and that average and normal are the same thing. But they're not, are they? And this piece is neither. Rising above the average is rare, and it seems that most of us wish to pull down those who have ascended, and give rise to the ultimate average. And so it goes. ~

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  8. Salt to enhance or preserve or Salt to wreck or destroy. Very cleverly written.

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  9. Great contrast between the two stanzas, from misty murmurs to grinding grit.

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  10. after the storm passes over,
    love is just sweet murmur

    Love has to endure so much to make itself heard and understood. Rightly so, Joy!

    Hank

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  11. Never have been out of sync with the grind and grit. Even that is easy on the heart after a time.

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  12. Murmur is indeed a lovely word tinged in peace, quiet, resolve. Beautiful write!

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'Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance' ~Carl Sandburg