noisy nature
sit in solitude
eyes flutter shut
breathe in sounds
squirrels cheerfully chatter
black puppy yelps
whines to be free
red-headed woodpecker taps
drills his song
a slight breeze glides leaves
tree tops brush together
sounding like a heavy
spring rain shower
carolina wrens call,
cheater, cheater,
to one another from
edges of garden
dragonfly buzzes ear
lazily eyes open
drinking in sights
three hawks circle
cloud filled sky
weeds crowd plants
calling to be free
needing room to grow
reprieve ends
slide gloves over
weary hands
join noisy nature
--Nancy Kourmoulis
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HCB Book Club: I Go Alone
nancy’s the right to write and buying work
Monica’s Sketching
Melo’s Day 12-16: Slip, Slipping Away
Glynn’s An Artist Date
Cassandra’s Walking and Writing
Marilyn’s You Never Take Me Anywhere Anymore
LL’s Finding Your Words
4 comments:
And all those things -- all that noisy nature -- we store in ourselves. For me, certain smells will trigger all kinds of memories, like the smell of a sweet olive -- smell it, and I'm back 40 years in college, walking up the steps to the language lab for my daily German lesson.
I love this, Nancy. I believe it is true that our body remembers. There is some research in exercise physiology about muscle memory. Fascinating,huh?
I love how you listen to beauty.
i like this...
and i hear flower plants calling out at my house too.
There are many things for me that trigger some memory in a physical way. More smells even than sights or sounds, I think. Cool air and diesel always transport me right back to the streets of Buenos Aires.
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