Interpretation of sound

TheFeatheredSleep

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”

  10. 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

  13. 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 🙂

  14. 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 😀
    I like the image the poem conveys, and I’m fascinated by your way with words!

  24. 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 prépas or even much interested in ‘achievements’ at all.

  28. 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!!! 🙂 People can be so strange! 🙂

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