April 15, 2013
I need time to go out and just observe the world around me. Get out of my head for awhile and just breath, listen, see and physically feel things. That's where this poem came from. Just sitting outside and observing nature and myself in nature. One thing I need to correct in my writing, I gotta proof read better. I got to look closer at the words I'm choosing for a poem. And, of course, spelling. if it wasn't for Word Check, these poems would be even more grammatically incorrect. One line IS phrased funny: and for the most of us our ears will not condone... but I like the way it sounds and it keeps the natural rhythm of human speech. However, another line: we’ll not communicate with the insane,/ disruptive, ramblings of pebbles.... DOES keep the natural rhythm of speech, but when I say it out loud, it doesn't quite work. It may well be my Okie accent that's in the way. Another thing I should point out, the drawing for this poem is an original I created on Windows Paint App. I know, it's not very good but it seems to work well for the poem.
Natural Voice
Some
birds sing, I don’t know why,
while
they sail across the sky.Moons too seem to speak
in sharp uneven beams of light.
Water
whistles in the seas and dolphin’s squeak.
The
winds, the mighty winter winds, so bleak
and
sadly chilling are their words.
But
rain, spring rain, is peaceful calm, I’ve heard.
I don’t
speak the tongue of rock and stone
and for
the most of us our ears will not condone
the
beastly shout of shattered bone,
the
fractured sight of windowpane,we’ll not communicate with the insane,
disruptive, ramblings of pebbles.
Trees,
I must agree, are burdened by the troubles
of all
those grieving lovers hanging from their branches.
I do
not stop to chat with trees about my failed romances.
When it
comes to love, advice from them? I’ll take my chances.—rrw o4-14-13
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