Beyond Words
By Silver Spun Sand
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'A poem of the air',
such is snow,
as are the wisps
and sheaths
of forgiving cloud
that surround me now;
silence pervades,
save the sound
of snowdrops –
bursting into bloom.
Footprints, punctuate
the blankness of the fields
by a hole in the fence
at the top of the hill
where muntjac
whisper through...
ravenous –
to steal the seed
put out for birds,
two hares – roll
in ecstasy...
chasing each other
in and out the hedgerow.
Their message
plain to see...
'Only this, here, now’,
as tiny feet scuff
the frozen tundra.
The stream –
a black-mamba,
meandering
from that place
to this,
no particular
place to go
whilst overhead,
a daytime moon...
stares wistfully down –
glacial, ghostly.
‘A poem of the air’,
such is snow...
each sonant, silently,
slowly falling
from Cimmerian skies.
Nothing I wrote down,
nor spoke, could begin
to tell it so.
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Oh! but Tina, I think you
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Yes, it really speaks the
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Yes, it really speaks the
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Indrani Ananda Another
Indrani Ananda
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A truly beautiful piece
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Not first to this one but I
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Delightful. "...where
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'Footprints, punctuate the
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