Earth's Ever-Present Voice
Nature speaks
and I must listen.
In inklings and intimations
She speaks to me,
diffuse and subtle
yet powerful and sure.
Her Voice comes in the
crunch of gravel and seashells underfoot,
in the hissing of sand
blowing sideways across the beach
in a gale
that stings my ankles
and whirls away.
Her Voice is in the
rakish angle of an emerging fin:
a diver following his own Muse,
deep underwater in
ironic search for treasure.
Her Voice is in the arc and call
of seagulls circling shoals
for late-day food
and even in the roaring engine of a lobster boat
making headway towards the shore.
Her Voice is in the sparkle of
quartz-laden pebbles
strewn on the beach,
each etched with its own
pattern of experience,
smoothed but striated,
glistening with minerals
while soaking in Eons,
the wear of centuries
and in the tumult
of children playing on the beach,
their laughter ringing
on the teasing wind.
Her Voice rises on the foaming tide
as it sweeps the shore,
engulfing seaweed, shards of glass and
millions of grains of sand.
Her Voice rises on the
scream of the gull
diving at the jetty,
extending its claws to claim a place
on the crusted rocks,
and in the flickering of sunlight
on all the detritus and
natural objects of the shore.
Her Voice is in
the singing of my heart
as I absorb
infinite dimensions of splendor
and in the stirring of my soul,
reveling in the
wildness and the freedom.
It is the Voice of Earth
calling to me
in intimations and inklings,
subtle and tentative
but always sure.
I must stop and listen.
Questions for My Blogging Friends: Is this poem too long? Should I cut a verse or two? Do you find the repetition of the phrase "Her Voice" to be boring or cumbersome? Your advice would be deeply appreciated! I look forward to any constructive comments, both positive and negative. Thanks for your visit!
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It's funny to me how the sound coming from the shell is actually the sound from the vibrations in your ear. Would have been cool if it was the actual ocean.
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ReplyDeleteI wouldn't change a word of this poem. The repetition of the phrase "Her Voice" works here... reading them repeatedly... it's like the waves of the water continuing to roll in towards you while you're standing on the beach.
I love the pics too; especially "Basking on the Boulders".
The pictures and the poem were great, I wouldn't change a thing glad I visited today.
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Hello Lynda...
ReplyDeleteLove the photos...my favorite I think is "stranded", I'm always drawn to the sand & water.
Your poem works perfectly with your photos...the repetitious phrase draws the reader to the end!
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lovely series of photos! The repitition works well in the poem too
ReplyDeleteBEAUTIFUL SHELLS.
ReplyDeleteI like the "her voice" in the poem & don't think it's too long (but I've often tended to write really long, rambling things.)
ReplyDeleteI remember those shells from my childhood. I remember how they felt, how they smelled. It's really been too long since I've been there.
there's nothing about this post i would change. it's all beautiful. you make me long to stop and listen at beachside again. have a great day.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite picture: basking on the boulder.
ReplyDeleteYour poem is beautiful, evocative and full of imagery, drawing the reader in and holding her/him till the end. I think the length is perfect, and I enjoyed how you kept the flow going, and the way you ended it as you began. You have a gift for sharing your vision, and your photographs are the icing on the cake.
ReplyDeleteI like how you combine your nature photographs and nature poems. I am not a poet but I love reading meaningful poems. I appreciate this one very much.
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I like how you combine your nature photographs and nature poems. I am not a poet but I love reading meaningful poems. I appreciate this one very much.
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Ibn - thanks so much for reading it. sorry to take so long to respond. i am behind on everything! i'm glad you liked it!
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