Waiting

Waiting

 

Listen for the sound of sunlight

Here

Where the words of tiny children

Seem

To echo in our hollow

As lichen hangs like an old mans

Beard

From the twisted boughs and limbs

Upon which

We once freely used to climb

There is a certain sadness here

A stillness and all too familiar quiet

But new

Like an overdue Spring

In the wake of an extended winter

 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

A overdue spring in the wake of an extended winter is much worth waiting for. The season of renewal, new beginnings. A lovely poem. Did you know that the sun can sing Neville? Yes I have heard it. Scientists can pick up those vibrations of pulsating molten gold and translate them into notes.

Chris

[Neville]

I did know that Chris.. we have spoken about it before... and thanks for visiting my latest scribble....

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

It's beautifully and skillfully expressed.
Too much coldness could freeze the heart and too much of waiting keeps time too long. Though from where I'm from, there's no winter or summer but I know that summer keeps you under umbrellas with a hat on, lying on a lounger and watching the nature tuning colors and listening to birds summer songs, while the fresh summer breeze entertain your skin.
Winter at the other hand could make you freeze or shut you in.

Well written, Neville.

[Neville]

Thank you my dear friend... I know where I would rather be right now... I am already three umbrella's into the new year..... Neville

[Katrina Mckeown]

I do love the summer, the fact it brings the children out to play and you can see it’s rays shining in them and on them and us while while we enjoy our days. I fear the winters are longer every year . Roll on the Spring season of new beginnings, love to hear the birds sing..and the Summer fun!

[Fay Slimm]

Am hearing that sound that sunlight makes Nev - there in that happy-land where as children were playing at being the bravest - - how good were those days.. as are your golden words..... ...........x Fay

[Neville]

those days were indeed golden... thanking you Fay and truly true...

Neville

[Fay Slimm]

Pleasure is mine.. as ever. Excellent write.

[Lorry]

Ah, that magical silence, or perhaps not so magical, where everything, even sound is frozen in place until the thaw begins.
Maybe it isn't even so silent Neville, it's just our numb ears that haven't got the energy to waste listening for trees in woods falling.
But it can be deafening too. I haven't heard our resident owls sin e last weekends "breeze" and now that bully Dennis is kicking about like he owns the place, it leaves me hoping that behind him will be hurricane Eddy to kick his a*s and show him what's what.
Can't wait for the thaw of spring to arrive and let me feel my fingers and toes again. Waiting indeed, for feeling to return 😀

[Neville]

Cheers Lorry .. much appreciated mate... I reckon your owls have maybe gone to ground like mine and very sensible too... but then they are meant to be wise old birds aint they.... N :)

[Lorry]

They are indeed. A warning wouldhave been nice, which leaves me thinking after all that time watching and listening to them was listening to them ask "whois that weirdo watching us all thetime? C'mon, let's put the nest up for sale and get away from him." 😀

[Neville]

Or maybe they just checked into an hootel until everything blows over....

[Lorry]

I'm glad you weren't here to hear that groan 😀

[Neville]

Me too wit to woo 😎 👍

[Lorry]

I just got the sunglasses emoji btw 😂

[Neville]

Wot sunglasses emoji ... 💕😎

[Lorry]

Poor Nev.. I would makea "should've gone to specsavers" joke, but that would be cruel. People might think you're a Scottish football ref, who ARE sponsored by specsavers. No joke.

[Neville]

Get outa here...… 😎

[emmajoy]

Hope, beauty, truth, delight... peace. This is poetry. Wonderful!

[Neville]

How very kind... Thanking you kindly and true ma'am & muchly meant..

Neville

[emmajoy]

Left what I thought and felt. Wonderful wording.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like the idea of "the sound of sunlight"
i think i can hear the warm rays of spring...
everything now is frozen and on-hold...
j.

[Neville]

You may not believe it Jacob.. but I had you in mind when I penned both the first and last lines of this little scribble... I am so glad you found it my friend... Thanking you warmly and true....
N.