Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Windtalker


She speaks without words
in a  language all her own,
using native inflection
and subtle undertone.

First comes a whisper
just a breath among the leaves;
slowly building resonance
as lower tones increase.

As quiet drips turn rivulets
to build to steady stream,
and crash in throes against the rocks
to join with sea again--

we hear her voice increase in pitch,
with fevered timbre, modulate,
while newest off-spring gather round
to echo song; to resonate.

And just as the crescendo breaks
we come to understand this thing:
this aria, this symphony
bears witness to the birth of Spring.

© Ginny Brannan 2013

Sharing at d'Verse Poets Open Link Night Week #89.
Heard the "peepers" as I left work last night, a sure sign of season's change!
Happy Spring, y'all!!

23 comments:

  1. I do love all the sounds of spring. Thanks for painting such a vivid picture, Ginny.

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  2. Ginny, Ginny, Ginny, I love what you did hear. I see the parallel. What a brilliant idea for the composition. They picture parallels the poetic tale. I love your work!

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  3. ah, come on spring!!! i love the rhythm of this gunny...it is so enchanting and really nice build yourself within your words....nice energy as well in the coming of spring...i look forward to that energy...

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  4. Really beautiful music in this, I felt like I was there. And thank you for that, as winter is hanging on for dear life in these parts... A beautiful poem.

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  5. I love the beauty of flowing water, the river, the springs, even the gentle stirring of a creek. This is beautiful.

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  6. I always look forward to your poetry and know I will enjoy the rhythm and rhyme of it! I so wish I could write like this. You seem to breath it out!

    using native inflection
    and subtle undertone.

    Beautiful!

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  7. And I really enjoyed your side bar "Mistaken Assumptions" . :)

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    1. Not my words, but it resonated with me. I, like Wanda, agree that we have many voices we write in, all stemming from our collected knowledge. So many make assumptions when they read another's writing that it is absolutely about the writer. Wanda phrased it in a way that clarifies it well.

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  8. Beautiful! ....particularly that last stanza :))

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  9. oh i can hear the song...wonderful musical feel to this...and all the anticipation of a hopefully close spring

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  10. lovely poem Ginny. the water was cascading through your words. I always hear the change in the bird song too. their voices always seem more cheerful as the spring days awaken. well done.

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  11. The music of spring is brought to life in your words. We're still waiting for the reality here, although there are some signs that it should be spring.

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  12. There is truly something so very beautiful about hearing the SOUNDS of spring for the first time! Your poem captures that wonderfully.

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  13. I love the symphony, the aria of spring ~ Beautiful Ginny and let's hope spring is just around the corner ~

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  14. Your poem is so lovely and fresh, and combined with the spring sounds it's perfect! Love it!

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  15. And sometimes the wind chatters and the trees and birds answer. The poem is a breath of fresh air.

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  16. really like how this piece not only covers a range of terminology and depth associated with music/voice, but also how, when read, it carries it's theme into the way the words themselves illustrate a wonderful sense of musicality of their own. Great piece. Thanks

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  17. Great structure and rhyme here Ginny. Also love the tribute to 'spring.' Just wish it would hurry up and arrive! Brrrrr.

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  18. The words of this poem flow as fresh and real as the drops in the rivers of spring. This is beautiful, Ginny

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  19. Ha! I'm thinking Stravinsky, but you have something much more elemental going on! Thanks. k.

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Thank you for reading my poetry and sharing your thoughts.