The prompt: A Raccontino (this form is essentially Golden Shovel meets rhymed verse)
The theme of the year: Conversation
The admission: This is very very very last minute and I’m squeaking in under the wire. But ok! I’m here! Read on!
Can you Listen
“Can you listen without interpreting, without your prejudices interfering –
listen as you may listen to the song of a bird?” – Krishnamurti, Beyond Violence
Each day I go without
noise and bluster and seismic news,
my heart does its own interpreting,
my lungs take air in like a bruise
Each day I go without
the noise and rather choose
to cut an orange, pick up your
call, and listen for the muse
I feel something slip away, the prejudices
love subdues
and in their place, only poems interfering
with clover, birdsong, morning dew
Read the others here:
Tanita (who is also this week’s gracious Poetry Friday host!)
Tricia
Sara
Mary Lee
Laura
Ahh…it’s SO necessary for our mental health to take breaks from the noise and the “news.” Bring on the “…poems interfering
with clover, birdsong, morning dew “
Your last stanza sings and offers such wholeness, and if we can do this ah it feels so good! Beautiful thanks Liz!
Oh, I love this story — without noise and bluster, only poems come through. This poem feels like one big inhale/exhale. Thank you for sharing it!
Liz, I like how you began with a quote so you could create a foundation for your poem. It makes more sense than starting with rhyming works like I did. Your last lines are wonderful.
I love you you wove the second half of the quote into the last verse with bird song. I value silence so much, crave it really. Your poem captures that beautifully. Thank you for celebrating quiet conversation and peace.
Ah, Liz, I love the idea (ideal) of poems being the only thing to interfere with clover, birdsong, and morning dew. And I’m echoing Sara’s kudos on pulling the second part of the quote into the poem.
I *need* so much quiet in my life. Your poem feels like a little shelter of solitude, enveloped in nature.
“Each day I go without … I feel something slip away.” Would that everyone could let love bleed the prejudice away. And the last couplet is perfect. I’m in love with so many of the last lines people have written in this month’s challenge. Thank you for sharing this lovely poem.
Oh that first couplet–I feel that in my bones!!!