Here I am again at last, on the threshold of a dream. I’ve been feeling very quiet and still lately but ….
this is my contribution to Leanne Cole’s Monochrome Madness 4-7. All are welcome to submit monochrome images! (my images are places on Vancouver Island.)
My tongue is silent
Cradled in it’s dark cavern
My voice is caught somewhere between the breath and strings
of a forgotten chord
I stand on the threshold of a dream
Not moving, but hearing everything,
waiting for the right moment
outside the prism of my thoughts
into some sublime wail.
( every once in awhile I hear Euterpe’s whisper though I don’t often write in poetic form)
….but, check out the secret song of a tree stump!
In spite of setbacks and some lows this last while I finally managed to get my tiny garden going and I have visitors! Deer and bunnies come to the little rise at the back. I can walk into the woodland and up the mountain from there. I tried to plant some deer resistant flowers if there are such things!
“Something calls to me
The trees are drawing me near
I’ve got to find out why
Those gentle voices I hear
Explain it all with a sigh”