What Am I?

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Tue, 01 Dec 2015
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I am the song the stars sing...
to their soft-shoe shuffle
 
the fawn-light...the ambergris
of a forest floor – 
 
a staccato symphony –
the stuttering of wings; a Sara-Orange-Tip
visiting a wind-flower.
 
I intoxicate...like rain – drunk
from a loch – tops the purple mountains
 
I inspire...as does a rock – glimpsed 
through the mist of waves 
as they break
 
the silence – speaks a thousand tongues
between words...
 
sudden thunder-drops
sculpting circles in a flute of champagne
 
I am illusive as moonlight – pools
in a saucer on a sill  
 
I am dark water – winking
at stepping stones as wild garlic looks on
 
I am a mirage as the shimmer – confounds 
and befuddles from a windless beach
in high summer...
 
the pathos of a gull surfs the cirrus
on a cornflower afternoon
 
a flight of geese across a harvest moon,
 
the mystery, the magic of the whirl and the swirl
of an out of place tornado...a murmuration
of a million starlings – streams to earth
and is gone
 
Fireworks – a squib, a banger, a rocket...golden
rain; that catch of breath witnessing a sunset
never glimpsed again
 
I can climb inside the mind if I so choose...
treading, so very deftly,  its labyrinth of rooms
 
I am recalled as oft times as forgot...
I am poetry...
 
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Comments

Submitted by torscot on

Lots and lots I liked in this one sand lady.

Plus two new words for me "...ambergris..."  and  "...Sara-Orange-Tip..."

And I have been privileged to witness  "...a murmuration of a million starlings..."

Kind regards

 

 

torscot

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

torscot...the top of the morning to yousmiley  

I too was treated to a small murmuration yesterday, driving home through Woburn park, but the most impessive and largest one I've ever seen was near Peterhead, many years ago now.

And as for those new words, I've got a special little book I write them all in.  Discovering a new word, almost like finding buried treasure...Well, not quite as good, but you know what I meansmiley

All the best to you this 'cornflower morning'.

Sand Lady

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

a collection of noticed moments of beauty or interest … I suppose that is what poetry so often tries to capture and 'frame' for oneself and others? Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Absolutely, Rhiannon.  Many thankssmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

Such a sense of freedom in this piece, Tina. Step inside the mind and we can be anywhere - there is no prison can hold us, and poetry is just an expression of your wonderful imagination. 

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Bee...I am rewarded by your words in that 'the sense of freedom', is was trying desperately to impart.  It seems, in you case, at least, I succeeded.  

Hope you have a peaceful day, Bee, and thank you.

Tina

 

Submitted by Stephen Thom on

an immersive treat, beautiful images and alliterative touches, lovely use of sound and sensation within the images...'sculpting circles in a flute of champagne' and the wonderful 'a murmuration/of a million starlings', fantastic work :)

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Philip, many thanks for sharing your thoughts.  They are always inspired.

Tina