this life
is not exciting enough
to justify a voiceover
or soundtrack
I need
to listen
to quiet things
more;
the sigh of shadows
sliding over glass
or how
on a hot day
standing
in one of those fields
if I close my eyes
I can hear corn
growing
Susan Daniels Poetry 
It sounds to me like you have a voice over in the corn and the shadows. 🙂
🙂 I do prefer the nonverbal voiceovers.
You really can hear corn growing–walk past a field at night (not in it, you can’t see where you are going), and you will hear pops and snaps all over the place, as the rings release and each stalk grows about an inch. Was trying to figure out how to capture the sound without it deteriorating into a “popcorn” image
I like it.
I know what you mean about the corn (my mother commented that when she was in the rainforest in Costa Rica she not only heard things growing she saw it right before her eyes).
I wrestle with capturing movement and growth too (as you well know). I am finding that the approach which is starting to work for me is by my focusing on the cadence of the syllables. I find listening to music helps me with this as well as looking at photograps or being outdoors and seeing what music I hear or call up in response.
Wow–to see things growing. Amazing. I might just have to head off to a rainforest. Incredible.I do feel movement and growing in your poetry, so whatever it is you are doing to evoke that sense is working very well.
Thank you, I am glad you think so. It’s a fun thing to be working on.
I love this… I have been feeling like this a lot recently, insomuch as I feel the need to retreat to something authentic which has a truth to it. I would also like to say that I’m enjoying the shape of your poems, it gives them a wonderful rhythm.
S–thank you so much. Yes, I am looking for something authentic, too. Thanking you also for the shape–I seem to be (not all the time, but a lot of it lately), trimming and elongating 😉
Yes, one does enjoy a spot of trimming and elongating… I try to do this on a daily basis. Such a thrill, it does give me! 😉 You’re welcome, I have thought a lot recently about just going into the woods and living like Bear Grylls for a year! Haha..
Smiling big–one should try to do that daily! Oh, that would be so cool…living in the woods.
I know, seriously… Right now, it is so tempting. My surroundings have nothing to offer me at this time. Why is it that I always go to extremes… Sigh!
your extremes are what make you who you are. Middle-of-the-road is dull, dull, dull.
Sounds like a wonderful plan. Imagine if we saw beyond our narrow vision, heard beyond our limited range. Imagine if empathy reached further… perhaps then we would truly cherish life and not seek to destroy it.
Yes, Nelle. Yes.
This is delicate and with a powerful message….sometimes we need to listen more….very strong piece
Stu, thanks so much. We do need to listen more, and not to the noise we fill our rooms with…
Corn! Nah.. that’s the wind in your hair 🙂
Ken, I swear you can hear it–my hair is too short to pop 🙂
I believe you 🙂
🙂 that’s what my dad, old farmer that he was, always told me those pops were. Maybe it was the kernels in the ears popping, LOL
He probably was right. Famers are born listeners to nature and readers of skies.
We need silence to be so in tune with nature and our inner selves. Well done
Thanks much, Celestine. We certainly do!
love this one too. fifth stanza i’m all over it:))
Awesome–thanks!
BEAUTIFUL ~ great choice of words~Deb
Thank you, Deb–you are so sweet!