Voices (abyssal)

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Voices beckon ‘neath pale moonshine,
past hours of deep slumber and mist.
I gaze as water-lilies caress bold waters,
lauding mere sight with ache and sigh  —
There’s a song that births inside my head,
begs measure with breath o’ starry prairie.

Voices beckon round hour of ruddy morn,
strip doubt o’ cleanse with streaks of light.
I gaze as saucy chaffinch wakes and sings,
surfeit of evermore sweetened things —
There’s a song that births inside my head,
lends pleasure as berries o’ ripe and red.

 

 

Photo credits: marcobusoni – DeviantArt

Posted on Sunday Mini Challenge @ Real Toads

and posted on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

62 thoughts on “Voices (abyssal)

  1. Brendan says:

    The Keatsian sound and meter are aprpopos for this primal encounter, this abyssal Voice — I suppose the well-spring of all poetry, right? We look upon glade waters, something rises, dripping, in our head. For me, the Victorian cast of language makes it a little daunting to feel intimate with this voice, where for me it is loving–motherly or sisterly–a familiar old sound. But I know that place, that sound. Thanks for responding so fully to the challenge.

  2. Kim M. Russell says:

    So gentle and lyrical, Sanaa! I know those voices that beckon ‘past hours of deep slumber and mist’ and the songs that birth inside the head. As long I can hear them, I know I’m still alive!

  3. Kerry O'Connor says:

    There’s a song that births inside my head…
    An excellent repeating line. This poem brings feelings of serenity.

  4. gillena says:

    “I gaze as water-lilies caress bold waters,”

    My favourite lines. Luv the classical tone and the message of dare to writers

    Happy Sunday Sanaa

    Much love…

  5. says:

    I love the way these lines flow together:

    “past hours of deep slumber and mist.
    I gaze as water-lilies caress bold waters”

    “I gaze as saucy chaffinch wakes and sings” … I can’t wait to hear it.

  6. Jim says:

    I like the beautiful natural inspiration for the conception of the songs that will be born. Much the same as the composition of one of your poems.
    ..

  7. kaykuala h says:

    There’s a song that births inside my head,
    lends pleasure as berries o’ ripe and red.

    Love the ending Sanaa! It sets a finality to the poem, a punch-line sort of. Doesn’t leave readers wondering!

    Hank

  8. totomai says:

    I find this to be absolutely magical, Sanaa. The imageries are fragile yet it seems they will hold on forever on one’s mind

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