Tag Archives: sound

The Undertone: terza rima

Posted on June 2, 2017 by John

Underneath the skin, a single notion supports how life unfolds from start to end. Beneath the bustle of the world’s commotion, it floats in just a whisper on the wind. In quiet moments, it can be detected, first here, then … Continue reading →

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The Wind’s Words: roundel

Posted on May 12, 2017 by John

Who can say what words the wind has spoken, when cast out in the night, it has its say? Its speech slips out in whispers, clipped and broken. Who can say what language that it speaks, to curse, or pray; … Continue reading →

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Out Back: an observation

Posted on April 7, 2014 by John

The short grass under the spreading live oak is mostly dead – a dappled green stretch of dirt that seems to soak up the shadows cast from the tree limbs just starting to burst with new growth this spring. In … Continue reading →

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A simple turn of phrase

Posted on April 1, 2013 by John

While would-be existentialists consume their lives with endless lists of what-might-just-as-well-have-beens from birth through death and in between, I will continue, more or less, in both malaise and happiness to seek, to find, to stand amazed when hearing what songs … Continue reading →

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The voice you hear

Posted on June 4, 2005 by John

The voice you hear is not my voice; lost in the sound of your own making, these words were new-forged long before the human throat began to hum, and then began to form the shapes of bringing-into-being charms. Before the … Continue reading →

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Om

Posted on December 20, 2004 by John

What is the sound that echoes in the ears when all is silent and the earth, asleep, leaves off its boisterous clamor and harangue, its endless waves of wild, chaotic speech, and in a mute and restful slumber dreams? The … Continue reading →

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There are no words

Posted on December 20, 2004 by John

There are no words to capture this exquisite moment of pure bliss between the grasp and letting go between the thought and need to know There are no words that can express the soft caressing tenderness of just a second’s … Continue reading →

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