My Eden
Trees pillow us on the raised
deck next door; our voices an
ostinato to the birds’
obligato—a linking
of elbows with all that breathes
or photosynthesizes
within our eye- or earshot.
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I absolutely love the imagery in this poem and I’m jealous because I want to be there!
Thanks – there is more to come!
Beautiful, Nancy! Love the music references as you encompass all of nature.
love linking with all that breathes
Love the imagery and word choice!
ostinato: how
could I have thought that
I could ever hear it all?
Gorgeous poem. So few words, yet speaks volumes.
Nice rhythm throughout, Nancy Truly lovely!
Favorite line:
our voices an
ostinato to the birds’
obligato
I love this. And this snippet really sends me reeling:
a linking of elbows with all that breathes
“our voices an
ostinato to the birds’
obligato”–This is gorgeous!
So is “a linking
of elbows with all that breathes
or photosynthesizes”
So much loveliness in a short poem!
Lovely rythm, wonderful imagery.