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A Whale of a Tale by Kim Rumford

Poetry


Listen

Stacey Dye

I crave the windís song
through Georgia pines on a gusty day;

a cacophony of crickets
on a damp southern night;

the whoosh of waves at high tide
as they consume the shore.

In the absence of a human voice
I listen for anything to crush this silence.

I hear the flutter of moth wings
circling my front porch light.



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Reader Feedback:
I forget that silence can be hard to bear. Your poem reminded me. Well done.


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"moth" brings zen-moment of awareness to this poem.
Nice.
~poetrywatch



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