Few voices improve the silence
Like the ospreys'
At sunrise.
They awaken me,
And when I walk toward
Them on my way to the beach
They watch me,
Raise their wings,
Hover above their nest,
Slip into the light,
Slide toward the water,
And glide away from the sun.
Every movement is a note in a song
I cannot hear.
They confirm for me a simple truth:
I was never there.
14 comments:
Very lovely Sandy! :)
You are there alright. They just aren't paying any attention to you because you aren't a fish.
captured perfectly...
the mystery of your final line\makes the beauty of your poem
linger.
Aloha from Waikiki
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Your words are so soothing and serene. I could visualize the bird slipping over the surface of the water.
Hugs
SueAnn
Wonderful words with a great last line.
Really beautiful words, Sandy!
beautiful awareness...!!
Beautiful composition:)
Generally I like to look at photographs on the blogs I visit, and the photograph in my head from this post is wonderful.
When aware, you are there! Confirmed!!
Silence floats with words here.
You paint a beautiful image.
Hello.
Lovely imagery & flow, but your ending has me intrigued.
Thanks for sharing.
Thirsting For Your Love
Word by word, note by note, image by image - you have created a beautiful song.
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