Voices (abyssal)
Sanaa -
January 22, 2017
Earlier PoemsPoetry

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

& posted on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

62 Responses

  1. Magaly Guerrero says:
    January 22, 2017 at 9:34 am

    I love that the songs birthing inside the speaker are red, like berries… like living blood. It reads natural and surreal.

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  2. grapeling says:
    January 22, 2017 at 10:29 am

    a saucy chaffinch! what a cool description ~

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  3. Thotpurge says:
    January 22, 2017 at 10:35 am

    Saucy chaffinch and songs birthing…wonderful images.

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  4. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:
    January 22, 2017 at 11:24 am

    Another luscious and beautiful poem. Long may you entertain these poetic voices!

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  5. Bjorn Rudberg says:
    January 22, 2017 at 3:29 pm

    Love the saucy chaffinch- voices inside are so nice when they’re inked on paper.

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  6. Brendan says:
    January 22, 2017 at 6:19 pm

    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.

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  7. Jae Rose says:
    January 22, 2017 at 7:05 pm

    A suitably entrancing voice from the deep 🙂

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  8. Magical Mystical Teacher says:
    January 22, 2017 at 7:36 pm

    I’m basking in the prairie’s breath…

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  9. Kim M. Russell says:
    January 22, 2017 at 9:03 pm

    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!

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  10. Fireblossom says:
    January 22, 2017 at 10:15 pm

    This is lovely, Sanaa. It made me smile at the end.

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  11. Julian says:
    January 22, 2017 at 10:50 pm

    I can’t pick out a best part as I love it all. A most enjoyable piece of poetry.

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  12. hedgewitch says:
    January 22, 2017 at 11:08 pm

    Birdsong/bird voices are always full of nuance and sauce. Love the end, especially.

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  13. Bkmackenzie says:
    January 23, 2017 at 12:03 am

    Love your use of words as subtle use of rhyme…bkm

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  14. Sherry Blue Sky says:
    January 23, 2017 at 1:06 am

    I especially liked your closing lines.

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  15. Kerry O'Connor says:
    January 23, 2017 at 1:20 am

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

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  16. gillena says:
    January 23, 2017 at 2:06 am

    “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…

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  17. Sherry Blue Sky says:
    January 23, 2017 at 3:15 am

    Ha, I thought I had commented already. This is lovely, as always, Sanaa. The closing lines made me smile.

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  18. ✿ says:
    January 23, 2017 at 5:55 am

    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.

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  19. Jim says:
    January 23, 2017 at 6:24 am

    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.
    ..

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  20. Old Egg says:
    January 23, 2017 at 8:14 am

    How I love the humanizing of nature in poetry whether it be flowers, birds or even stars in the sky. Absolutely delightful Sanaa.

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  21. kaykuala h says:
    January 23, 2017 at 8:33 am

    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

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  22. Wendy Bourke says:
    January 23, 2017 at 9:13 am

    Eloquent and organic – bursting with life – and yet an enchanted surrealism runs though the piece. A really awesome poem!

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  23. ZQ says:
    January 23, 2017 at 10:31 am

    Always Sweet!
    ZQ

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  24. Elizabeth says:
    January 23, 2017 at 11:10 am

    I like the sound of this: soft and lending itself to drifting off on the ebb and flow at a shoreline.

    Elizabeth

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  25. totomai says:
    January 23, 2017 at 11:11 am

    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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  26. Other Mary says:
    January 23, 2017 at 9:09 pm

    I like the way you have used the metaphor of under water as our subconscious, where our creativity comes from.

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  27. Bekkie Sanchez says:
    January 24, 2017 at 1:46 am

    Wonderful poem! Voices inside me are often songs!

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  28. Colleen@ LOOSELEAFNOTES says:
    January 24, 2017 at 6:01 am

    I came for the essence of rose and found berries. The red makes me think of birth.

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  29. Helen Dehner says:
    January 25, 2017 at 4:59 am

    Simply beautiful ….

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  30. Elle ee says:
    January 27, 2017 at 5:03 am

    I enjoyed this poem so much. “There’s a song that births inside my head” yes there is and it’s always beautiful 🙂

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  31. Mark says:
    January 28, 2017 at 6:32 am

    I like the sense of longing in this poem, the reaching out of the water’s depths for air, land and bird.

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