Image: © Davy D Writer
The last echo of a rainstorm. The silence which followed. Sky shanties sung along rooftops. Blackbird, robin, thrush, wood pigeon. Does it matter who is the singer as long as we immerse ourselves in the song? Watch night flood into a new day, like a thought remembering and forgetting water, like eyes, searching for nectar in a theatre of dragonflies.
I love this. The images you create with words and art are so beautiful. Thank you. 🙂 Alicia
Thank you for your kind words, Alicia. They are deeply appreciated. I am glad you are enjoying them.
I really can’t stop looking at your chorus of birds… with human hands holding candles?! Amazing!
I think it was my days as a choirboy that planted the seed for this image, Alicia. Glad you liked it.
Theater of dragonflies — beautiful!
Thank you, Wynne. That is most appreciated.
The last echo of a rainstorm . . . I feel like I could go there now. Beautiful poem.
I’m glad you enjoyed the poetry, Brian. I love that moment immediately after a downpour. There is a lull and silence that only nature can create.
Your words conjure up magical images in my mind. Beautifully described. I love your artwork, too. It really brings alive your poem. Thanks for sharing, Dave. 😊
Thank you for your kind words, Ellie. I am glad you enjoyed the poem and the art. I appreciate you taking time out to read and comment.
You’re very welcome, Dave 😊.
Fab poem. I love this line: like a thought remembering and forgetting water
Thank you, Priscilla. I am glad you enjoyed the poetry. I appreciate your kind words.
I wonder how many do immerse themselves in the song? Is anyone really listening? Or is being self-consumed and angry the new way to be? Love the freshness in this piece, Davy. 🙂
It seems to be the way, Terveen. At times it feels like many people are being diverted by the gem’s nature has to offer. Sometimes it helps to take time out and sit and listen. Have a good week.