Your voice
Is a nest of time
First learning behind words
Their velvet center
Taking us both back to
Before I had language, listening to your
Interpretation of sound
I am the shell, come from the whorl of your ear
Talking to ourselves in drowsy pattern
We stitch close, layers forming billowing sails
As if all the world were a silken dream
And the smooth gust presses us into 
Everlasting attachment

30 Replies to “Interpretation of sound”

  1. This truly is a beautiful sentiment… a nostalgic memory that feels like a soothing embrace keeping us safe. Hoping the sentiment expressed is also because of more recent developments with family. Keeping you in my thoughts dear friend ღ

  2. Oh forgot to mention as all your writing has been exquisite, I especially liked “Walked with angels” from Saturday past. xx

  3. I love the picture and the idea behind this poem.
    I am still very much in need of being talked to sleep. Being told a story and gently drifting off… It is something I wish I could get from time to time πŸ™‚

  4. Sorry, I realised as I posted that the way I phrased my comment could be construed as me saying I don’t like the poem. I DO πŸ˜€
    I like the image the poem conveys, and I’m fascinated by your way with words!

  5. That’s a lovely thing to say! I know mine say how much they appreciate us as parents, but other parents are much more judgemental. We have never got any of them through conservatoire or into prΓ©pas or even much interested in ‘achievements’ at all.

  6. It’s just what I do…with posts important to me. And there still are those who who are highly offended when I do that—to their POSTS IN PUBLIC!!! πŸ™‚ People can be so strange! πŸ™‚

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