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
I love that the songs birthing inside the speaker are red, like berries… like living blood. It reads natural and surreal.
Thank you so much, Magaly ❤️ so glad you liked it 😀
a saucy chaffinch! what a cool description ~
Thank you so much, Michael 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
Saucy chaffinch and songs birthing…wonderful images.
Thank you so much, Rajani 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
Another luscious and beautiful poem. Long may you entertain these poetic voices!
Aw! Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Love the saucy chaffinch- voices inside are so nice when they’re inked on paper.
Definitely ❤️ thanks for stopping by, Bjorn 🙂
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.
Thank you so much, Brendan 🙂 as ever for inspiring us ❤️
A suitably entrancing voice from the deep 🙂
Thank you so much, Jae 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I’m basking in the prairie’s breath…
Thank you so much, MMT 🙂 good to see you ❤️
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!
Thank you so much, Kim 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
This is lovely, Sanaa. It made me smile at the end.
Aw! Thank you so much, Shay 😀 so nice to see you! ❤️
I can’t pick out a best part as I love it all. A most enjoyable piece of poetry.
Thank you so much, Julian 🙂 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Birdsong/bird voices are always full of nuance and sauce. Love the end, especially.
Definitely ❤️ thanks for stopping by, Hedgewitch 🙂
Love your use of words as subtle use of rhyme…bkm
Thank you so much, Mackenzie 🙂 good to see you ❤️
I especially liked your closing lines.
Thank you so much, Sherry ❤️ so glad you liked it 😀
There’s a song that births inside my head…
An excellent repeating line. This poem brings feelings of serenity.
Aw!❤️ Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so nice to see you ❤️
“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…
Thank you so much, Gillena ❤️ so glad you liked it 😀
Happy Sunday ?
Much love back.. ❤️
Ha, I thought I had commented already. This is lovely, as always, Sanaa. The closing lines made me smile.
Thank you so much, Sherry 🙂 the site must be down or something. I have your previous comment too?
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.
Thank you so much, so glad you liked it 🙂
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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Thank you so much, Jim 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
How I love the humanizing of nature in poetry whether it be flowers, birds or even stars in the sky. Absolutely delightful Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so nice to see you ❤️
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
Thank you so much, Hank 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Eloquent and organic – bursting with life – and yet an enchanted surrealism runs though the piece. A really awesome poem!
Aw! thank you so much, Wendy 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Always Sweet!
ZQ
Thank you 😀 good to see you ZQ ❤️
I like the sound of this: soft and lending itself to drifting off on the ebb and flow at a shoreline.
Elizabeth
Thank you so much, Elizabeth 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I find this to be absolutely magical, Sanaa. The imageries are fragile yet it seems they will hold on forever on one’s mind
Thank you so much, Totomai 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I like the way you have used the metaphor of under water as our subconscious, where our creativity comes from.
Thank you so much, Mary 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Wonderful poem! Voices inside me are often songs!
Thank you so much, Bekkie 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I came for the essence of rose and found berries. The red makes me think of birth.
Thank you so much, Colleen 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
Simply beautiful ….
Thank you so much, Helen 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
I enjoyed this poem so much. “There’s a song that births inside my head” yes there is and it’s always beautiful 🙂
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
I like the sense of longing in this poem, the reaching out of the water’s depths for air, land and bird.
Thank you so much, Mark 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️