at first light
the sound of geese
enters my sleep
between heartbeats
perhaps it’s stubborn
to call it music, perhaps
we all long for the world
to sing us awake
May 10, 2017 by Rosemerry
at first light
the sound of geese
enters my sleep
between heartbeats
perhaps it’s stubborn
to call it music, perhaps
we all long for the world
to sing us awake
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged geese, poem, poetry, waking up | 2 Comments
Thanks for your elegant homage to the power of singing…take a look at this quote on “song walking” from Mary Chapin Carpenter https://jeffreypepperrodgers.com/mary-chapin-carpenter-on-song-walking/
¡Ay! “…the sound of geese …between heartbeats” Just as the heart is open, the sound of the geese enters in.
Have I shown you this essay of mine?
http://cozine.com/2012-february/winging-it-home/