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Jun 06, 2012
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THE SONG THAT STOPS YOU
THE SONG THAT STOPS YOU
The song that stops you in your tracks
when walking through a wood,
its mellow tones and striking shrieks,
its bubbling warbled notes,
arrest,
and standing still in awe,
we feel so blessed by nature's charms,
a calm still mirror,
like the lakes and hidden ponds,
pondering the beauty of the sound;
It dances round our senses
steals away all qualms,
and leaves one in a state of love,
caressed by dreamy thoughts,
as if we walk a painting of the world,
the whole,
its globe a blue so round
and good to hold,
a smoothened stone held in the hand,
a feather in the cap,
the eye, a glint of diamonds sapphire shone,
a stance well planted on this earth,
this place that gave us birth,
just listen to its song.
Ann.
About This Poem
Last Few Words: Inspired by David Attenborough in his film about animals and birds singing. Ann
Style/Type: Free verse
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Rula
13 years 1 month ago
A well merited tribute to the globe
dear Ann
a lovely song stopped me indeed and I read and read and like it everytime even more..
"It dances round our senses
steals away all qualms,
and leaves one in a state of love,
caressed by dreamy thoughts,
as if we walk a painting of the world,
the whole,"
Much enjoyed...Keep it up
Roscoe Lane
13 years 1 month ago
Beautiful,
Beautiful, it feels just like a peaceful walk. Love Roscoe...
Nordic cloud
13 years 1 month ago
.....ah, that sound.
Thank you Rula and Roscoe, I often am stopped by the song of a bird, the blackbird, the robin or the warbler, mostly, they freeze the steps and fill the cup with the gold of their notes that permeate all one's being for the moments one listens. I have long bits on my video camera, with uninteresting woods but the sound.........ah, that sound.
Ann.
Proprietress o…
12 years 9 months ago
and standing still in awe...
Ann, your poetry often has such an earthy, wholehearted feel (though some can be quite spheric too., it is like I am there walking by your side, listening to the hustle and bustle of the forest, soaking in the sounds and smells...
I loved your title, it beckons the reader to step closer, look, enjoy, to get lost in your woods.
my dear Ann of Norway, I hope you are well. the winter is coming soon. but for now the autumn leaves are venturing towards the ground they originated from. fall must be beautiful where you are.
much love, many hugs
your Proprietress
Ian.T
12 years 9 months ago
Ann
The beauty of the birds held in your hand, I think my favourite is the Nightingale have heard it probably three times in 70 years but that sound stay with you forever,
Yours as always, Ian.T (Sparrow loves them too)
loved
12 years 9 months ago
and we ,at least I am stopped, by your lively words
....I often am stopped by the song of a bird,
the blackbird,
the robin
or
the warbler,
mostly, they freeze the steps and fill the cup with the gold of their notes ....
you provide music to deaf ears
Your poetry is enchanting ma'am
and the whole wide world knows
a natural nature specialist in you..
regards as usual