Listening Words
Posted on April 13, 2020
by Elan Mudrow
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April’s stillness, ruffled by a hum of
The distant drone of a circular saw
The pressing winds of moving cars
The drift of a child’s laughter
Sound is a field of words
Image entitled “Motion”.
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I love you work. ♡♡♡
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“Sound is a field of words”
And your poem is the perfect example of this.
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Lovely sound poem.
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I know all too well what a distant saw sounds like.
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its ironical now that at least cars are quiet and nature has just magnified its presence. or maybe its just because of situation that it feels like this
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Thanks so much!
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It’s been lovely strolling through the last few months of your poems! Of the ones I read today, it’s a toss up between Listening Words and Linear for the title “My Favorite”. I also loved the way Silent Friendship and Destinations made me smile.
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Lovely. I miss these sounds of an ordinary day. It is different living in isolation. But it seems to be doing a good thing in the midst if the corona virus siege.
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I did. Hung a new back door that has been sitting around for to long
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I hope you got some things done.
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The hum of power tools was in my day. Had the day off from work so it was a project day.
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Thanks my friend.
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Wow. Speaks volumes. Especially right now
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My pleasure.
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Thanks!!
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Really love it Elan. I feel like it beautifully speaks to each and one of us.
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it’s my pleasure!
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Thanks Hollie!
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Thanks Joan. Yes, ruffled.
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Thanks my friend!
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Yes, that’s fine. Thanks.
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Beautiful Elan.
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I like the word “ruffled” here, as it could mean decorated or disturbed or both. I also like “The pressing winds of moving cars.” The sounds you describe are all things I heard on my walk yesterday, as if we live in the same neighborhood many miles apart. 🙂
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Beautiful.
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I would love sharing this, with your go ahead. 🙂 (credit given, link provided, etc., of course.) 🙂
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