the world is rhythm
waves against tall gray bluffs
wind rising falling over hilltops
crickets somewhere in the darkness
cicadas somewhere in thick green brush
woodpeckers atop long dead pines
and deep beyond sight the song
of robins calling back the sun
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Love it
I really like the language, and the feel to this piece.
Its like, it gives the feel that your actually there, listening to those sounds, seeing the colours and feeling it.
Very good description.
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Ah, good signs.
This is just what I hope for when I write these kinds of poems, to be able to transport my reader to the experience.
Thanks for reading, your comments, and your kudos.
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...and a gracious spirit capturing God's miracles in an invincible canvass made tangible to the common eye by his rhythmic scribbles...
i hope that made sense, i'm too groggy but just can't help let you know how much i loved this one.
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I tend to notice nature's various rhythms when I'm out in the wilderness. It stands out to me somehow more so than a city's rhythms, or the rhythms of society.
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"The Tao is so vast that when you use it, something is always left."
--Lao Tzu
Your write made me think of this...
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I remember that quote, actually. I always hope that the tao of poetry won't fail me on this regard.
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