Language.

 

 

Language.

 

Yielding to stillness though

standing empty of words

I hope to hear hissing

of planets dancing in space,

to comprehend wind-songs

ether-speech orchestrates

and perceive faint chorus

from orbital worlds.

 

Feeling the throb of nature's

un-speak may my ears

catch the language of silent

flowers and understand

bird-talk or note scurried

soprano chatter as ants vie

with babbling controlto

of on-rushing streams.

 

Greeting life enjoying itself

in every form my deafness

gives voice in poetic tribute

to all, so-called, emptiness.

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

Happy Earth Day to you dear Fay and no emptiness exist in your heart:) gorgous poem!

[poetgurl]

I can feel an emptiness within these words. this is very wonderful and quite intriguing