Interpretation of sound

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 thoughts on “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. 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™‚

  3. 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!

  4. 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.

  5. 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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