The first splash,
a drum crash
on hardpan.
Tin roof hiss,
a slow kiss
that grows
into rushing
percussion.
New voices rise,
warbles and sighs,
from beneath the shelter
of tree ferns–
a chorus begins,
magpie trills
and woodwind,
as sound
to the outback
returns.
Ryan Stone
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Nice description of a drought break. I can imagine all these sounds from reading your poem.
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Great feedback thanks, Frank. Appreciated 🙂
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I can actually feel this… we have almost a drought here too… and I long for some rain.
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Beautiful words and image Ryan, we have had a very dry spring…finally getting some rain. My blog was hacked, here’s my new address:
https://houseofheartweb.wordpress.com
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Oh no! I hope there was no damage done. Thanks for the new link and feedback. I’ll sign up now 🙂
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Thanks Ryan. Had to delete the old blog but I had downloaded everything. 🙂
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Lucky! I’m back on your list now. Thanks 🙂
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Amazingly wonderful picture! That tin roof hiss / slow kiss is is such a marvelous play with words. Rain does indeed bring sound back to a dry land; thank you for voicing that.
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Hi, Jilly. Thanks for your lovely thoughts – truly appreciated 🙂
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We have finally seen the end of a five year drought and now the towns to the south of us are under flood watch as the deep snow in the Sierra Nevada is succumbing to the sudden warm weather. You have used imagery to perfection to describe this.
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I’m glad to hear it’s at an end, Victoria. I grew through a couple of droughts and they certainly cause their problems. Thank you for your thoughtful feedback 🙂
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such great use of descriptive words –
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Thank you, Beth 🙂
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This is wonderful most definitely a symphony of noises perhaps ones that competing. Your sound quadrille was also visually appealing 🙂
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This one is a beauty. Your description created a wonderful image in my mind 🙂
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Thank you, dear L 🙂
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That photo is mesmerizing in its beauty, Ryan. A ‘slow kiss’ of nature’s renewal. ❤
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Thank you once again, Olga. It’s a sunset snap I took from my balcony-so lucky to live where I do 🙂
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