Sound - 14

wind shuddering through hedge and tree
sounds like the high sea in the woods on the hill above
incessant noise by invisible being

Sound - 13

continuous whirr of the computer's fan as we go through our multitude of photos
it's a mid-tone, half unnoticed until I feel relief in the silence when he turns the pc off

Wednesday Words - Canyon Stones

I would like to introduce you all to Cynthia at canyonstones today.

Her blogsite is a mixture of words and images; beauty captured by camera and her imagination.

Her stones are calming and reflective and her poetry is always full of hope. Cynthia writes about real life and captures sensations and feelings in an intense, accessible way.

Here is a short poem that produced a feeling of calm in me earlier in the year...

repose
cloud-gray rooftop
bathed in morning sunlight
under a sleeping dove
3/10/12
canyonwren

Visit her blog and see for yourself!

Sound - 12

sweet-piercing call of the robin
drawing me from the kitchen or greenhouse
then liquid notes
still sad and yet joyful;
he's seen both sides of life

Sound - 11

muffled voices
blip of computer communicating with its slave
the TV chattering away to itself in the corner of the waiting room

Sound - 10

creaking of the washing line as the wind whips clothes around
the steady tick-tick-tick of plastic expanding in the hot sun
the droning buzz of bees, flies and wasps gathering nectar
a summer's daytime sounds

Sound - 9

the monotone drone of the neighbour's radio filters through double-glazing as he pretends to work in the garden and leaves the radio on by my hedge whilst fiddling around on the opposite side of his garden...

Wednesday Words - my river of stones

This week I'd like you to meet Mavis Negroni, another small stoner that I met through
writingourwayhome

She has a beautiful blog site at myriverofstones Here you can read not only her small stones but her poetry also. Interspersed with her words are beautiful photographs.


This is truly a blog to make you slow down and notice real things. When I come back from reading her words and looking at the pictures, I am refreshed.


Here is one small stone that really spoke to me earlier this year...

i've hit a wall
do i go right or left?
at
this juncture,
i do not know the way.
perhaps
both paths will offer something
worthy of my efforts.

To see the picture that accompanied these words, visit juncture

Sound - 8

the shrill shrieks of ill-behaved girls next door pierce shut window and door
why can't the parents control them?

Clippings #4 - more comments!

Nice new moody cover photo on Clippings #4. Is the herb sage? (Makes me think of that steamed pudding with onion, sage and bacon in the middle; very more-ish).

Particularly like moments 6 (weird how they can turn up so close like that) and 10 (with autumn already felt - so familiar).

Very evocative (atmospheric) opening to the excerpt. The whole is vividly alive, with Otta's experience in the glade of what seems to be an almost religious intensity. Great contrast between the concrete world, however beautiful it is in its autumnal shades, and the powerful presence without physical shape. Altogether tantalising. Nice poetry too! The repetition of "I am the one" has a mesmerizing effect, the all enveloping.

Dragon Wind and Grey Matter (back page) are good too.

These comments are from Penny Sylvester in England.