Tag Archives: Sound

THE SOUND RINGS OUT

Posted on May 24, 2024 by elainedanforth

The sound rings outof your true voice– Sprung from your heart,your guiding noise.

Posted in Poetry, Quick reads | Tagged Guiding, Sound, Voice | Leave a comment

I AM A PEEP

Posted on May 30, 2018 by elainedanforth

I am a peep. I am a pipe. I am a megaphone. I make a sound that to distant lands resounds. I make a sight that starts small and faint but grows to tall and very bright. My presence shall … Continue reading →

Posted in Medium Length Poems, Poetry, Week 49 | Tagged Day, Feeling, Growth, Megaphone, Moon, Night, Peep, Presence, Presence felt, Sight, Sound, Stars, Sun | Leave a comment

HEAR, HEAR!

Posted on April 27, 2018 by elainedanforth

Etchings on a tinfoil sheet. . . Wax cylinders not of, but for, the ears. . . disks of black evolved from that, , , and later rainbow arcing little ones that shine like silver, all the voice and other … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Quick reads, Uncategorized | Tagged Moving picture, Picture, Rapture, Sound, Voice, World | Leave a comment

SPRING IN SOUND

Posted on March 24, 2017 by elainedanforth

Birds tweet shrill like the tiny filaments that string a twig-bowed drag across a too-small violin. The freeway rush, the popping violets– both signs of growth predicaments that fan and flag, just as the breeze-blown grass spurts in the spring.

Posted in Poetry, Quick reads, Seasons, Spring, Uncategorized | Tagged Birds, Fan and flag, Flowers, Freeway, Growth, Music, Predicaments, Sound, Violin | Leave a comment

IF A TREE FALLS IN THE WOOD

Posted on October 18, 2016 by elainedanforth

If a tree falls in the wood, and no one’s there to hear, does it really make a sound?– The question’s more or less profound. But fall it does– though not one human body knows. And, either way, it’s just … Continue reading →

Posted in Medium Length Poems | Tagged Awareness, Experience, Happenstance, Hearing, If a tree falls in the forest, Life, Nature, Point of view, Sound, Trees | Leave a comment

TO BE HEARD

Posted on November 19, 2015 by elainedanforth

If your wish is to be heard, choose carefully to find a good direction, intonation… and, if you’d take pride more to be heard, quite clear and well, and far and wide, then, find the aptest room or corner, perhaps … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetic Musing (Longer Poems), Poetry | Tagged Being Heard, Confidence, Determination, Earth, Feeling, Hearing, Life, Mind Body, Nations, Oceans, Opening, Reaching out, Sound | Leave a comment

SOUNDING YOUR WELL

Posted on July 23, 2015 by elainedanforth

Slow down, take breath– look at yourself. . . Deep sound at rest your very being’s supply well. . . Living water hiding quiet in recess. . . Take time to tap it, and the reaping of your inner fruiting … Continue reading →

Posted in Medium Length Poems, Poetry | Tagged Deep, Fruiting, Harvest, Livng Water, Measure, Pleasure, Reap, Sound, Sustenance, Water, Well | Leave a comment

THE MOST IMPORTANT SOUND IN MUSIC

Posted on February 18, 2015 by elainedanforth

The most important sound in music is the rest. . . for it’s only in the quiet that we pick up all the rest of it and ply it, and shape it to the grasp of our wee brains, until, … Continue reading →

Posted in Medium Length Poems, Uncategorized | Tagged Action, Blessed, Brains, Grasp, Important, Intended, Music, Observe, Ply, Quiet, Remember, Rest, Shape, Sound, Sundry, Transmitted, Wee | Leave a comment

THE VOICE OF A CRICKET

Posted on October 10, 2014 by elainedanforth

A cricket– its shaky voice, like a little baby’s rattle, sneaks in my ear and helps me into evening’s starry peace to settle.

Posted in Autumn, Poetry, Quick reads, Seasons | Tagged Autumn, Baby, Cricket, Ear, Evening, Feeling, Hearing, Helps, Little, Night Sky, Peace, Rattle, Seasons, Settle, Shaky, Sneaks, Sound, Stars, Voice | Leave a comment

THE SOUND OF FEELINGS OLD AND DEEP

Posted on October 19, 2013 by elainedanforth

Feelings old and deep +++++rise up, +++++unbeckoned, +++++and they threaten +++++++++to wreck, +++++++++if they’re not reckoned with. . . So, let them come. . . And hold them well in cup of hands, Show them, know them– they’re important. . … Continue reading →

Posted in Medium Length Poems, Poetry | Tagged Expression, Feeling, Journey, Letting Go, Life, Love, Reckoning, Sound, Undiscovered lands, Wreck | Leave a comment