Caesura

By Parson Thru

Wed, 08 Jul 2020
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Listen.

The hiss of rain.

No, not a hiss. Something else.

Sound of rain falling in the night, against a perfect silence.

More.

A pause…

Yes, and...

Foreground… a dripping from saturated points, unseen; against an aggregation of innumerable droplets, inseparable in the stillness.

A temporary stillness.

Momentary. A beat. Now, a distant train.

Attenuated.

Barking dog, somewhere.

A car splashing in the street.

And something scrambling on a fence. A cat?.

Conifer and birch moved by the wind.

Water, something in the background. Indistinct.

The living soil.

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Comments

Submitted by Penny4athought on

The sounds at night are amplified by mostly silent streets here and you've captured perfectly all of those sounds. The distant train whistle, the rainwater plinking in puddles and dropping from drenched leaves...the lone dog barking- I could walk thorugh your poem and feel the solitude of the night and the living soil you captured there. Beautifully written.

Penny4athought

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hi Penny4athought. Thank you. I'm glad it did those things.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Ed Crane on

Very calming sounds. you describe the peace of night very well

cheers

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

I was doing what I could to avoid hiss, like a steady unbroken frequency or frequencies of sound. More an aggregation of uncountable individual events. A bit like human applause maybe. Or, less pleasantly, how an artillery barrage might sound if it weren't too deafening.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Brought the scene of listening in the 'still' of the night vividly, and with its peace and satisfaction. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thank you Rhiannon. Job done. I hope all is well and you're getting out and about again.

Parson Thru