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Give her a low and guttural flow,
the way a small stone fits in her palm, the skip
(of heartbeat); the burbled psalm of going somewhere soon.
Shiver her the language of moonspill breeze,
the sway of treesong and silence,
the calm of curve and towering green.
River her a lullaby,
a painted sky of blur and blue,
the slow and sure translation of her own small sigh.
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Prompted by guest host Paul over at dVerse Poetics today. Come play!
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I love this De, especially ‘river her a lullaby’ :o)
I admire the play of words De and loving this: River her a lullaby !
I just knew you would create something moving…both physical and emotional…babble is one of my favorite words and this babbled me beautifully. River me a lullaby you just did. Thank You So.
Thank YOU, Paul! Your photos are gorgeous, and this prompt was some much needed inspiration.
I’m happy to hear the inspiration was provided and hope that you are well.
This is the way I think a river talks… wonderful as verb.
What a wonderful and innovative use of familiar words. I’m fascinated and enchanted. Thank you.
It does look like a river that is flowing appears to be almost impatiently “going somewhere soon”.
I love the sound of this, De, including the title.
Babble, like the biblical Babel, is rife with possibilities. You did a marvelous job of recasting some words in new roles. I will now begin using “treesong”.
Glenn, I am so happy someone noticed this. Thank you!
Just a marvellous and beautifully lyrical poem.
” the burbled psalm of going somewhere soon” made me smile.
Oh I absolutely and truly adore this De 😀 especially; “River her a lullaby, a painted sky of blur and blue, the slow and sure translation of her own small sigh” took my breath away..❤️
I just love “a painted sky of blur and blue” and how it signifies a sigh. This brought such peace to read.
Phenomenal!
I’m fond of painted skies and I do like your blue and blur one.
Oh, how I love this. On a personal note, I find it to be about suffering through menstrual cramps and period goo — hoping for something beautiful coming just around the corner. Or a miscarriage. Or wait, no. She’s pregnant and she’s praying her water will break already so that she can hold that “stone”/heartbeat in her hands.
I LOVE the description of a baby as being a “translation of her own small sigh.”
whimsical and very spiritual i felt the river flow from your words – it is very beautiful
Oh my goodness. Reading your words, I almost became a river! I especially love the closing lines. Sigh.
I felt like this was a tribute to a feminine river. Love your unique perspective
sweet words 🙂
Beautiful! I love the second verse most of all – just ‘moonspill breeze’ would be enough … but all of it.
Somewhere there is a small child sleeping on a river bank in the sunshine. She’s been playing in and out of the river. Maybe she is the river.
And that has made me think of the Rivers of London series by Ben Aaronovitch, where all the hidden rivers of London are women in a loving, feuding Afro-British family. If you like a bit of urban fantasy – police procedural with added magic – check it out.
Clever use of words, De!! Wow!
Oh, how I love this! Haven’t read you before I think but I love the off kilter of your poetry! New and original to me. “River me a lullaby”. Beautiful.
So many comments to this one, but I’m adding mine too. Lovely shiver-inducing poem. Well done.
it’s your imaginative creation of verbs that makes this poem flow so well
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Oh my! From low and gutteral, to a burbled psalm, to river me a lullaby and ending with a lovely sigh. True beauty and harmony in your words this day. Somehow, I’m very glad I waited for my reading until this morning……these words are a psalm, a morning prayer. Just beautiful.
Shiver her the language of moonspill breeze,
the sway of treesong and silence,
Love these 2 lines. It enhances the mystery of the 2 ‘new’ words
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Hank