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Melodies
Standing in mountain meadows,
ankle deep
in thick bee-blasted clover,
staring up
at the cumulus headgear
most jagged peaks sport,
I swear I hear singing,
an angelic choir,
a complete Gregorian
or Buddhist chant,
with marvelously blended voices
heralding my presence,
without words,
still clearly thrusting
a message of welcome
straight through my heart.
Glenn Buttkus’
April 2012
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Rippling luxouriant vistas of spring burgeoning into summer.....
I'm [always....] hearing Bulgarian chant and Mongolian Urtiin Duu, wild and unrestrained, trills and glissandos and arpeggios, speering and soaring beyond the heavens.....
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Fantastic post Glen
Loved your 55
Thanks for playing
Have a Kick Ass Week-End
Great imagery and loved how the poem moved along.
Gorgeous:
"heralding my presence,
without words,
still clearly thrusting
a message of welcome
straight through my heart"
This makes me breathe a bit more deeply.
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smiles...nice moment...almost a sacred one...i have had a few of those out in nature...far from civilization and all the distractions...
thrusting straight to our hearts too... lovely write. :)
I've felt this standing on the curve of Caswell Bay in Wales, with the expanse of blue waters stretching out in front of me as if it reflected the canopy of heaven
like the "bee blasted clover" and the overall powerful reaction to nature. Very nice work!
Really nicely captured moment, captivating in its clarity and deeply felt self-awareness. Very special moments like these sometimes have a cathartic effect. I think natural splendors with their awe and wonder help us sort out the essential from the other stuff in our lives. Excellent poem.
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