Whispering Wings
They whisper as the breeze in the cottonwood trees,
as the grass drinking morning dew,
like a butterfly languidly moving its wings;
Just being its subliminal self,
Whisperings from small branches
moving gently in soft breeze,
Like Dragonfly hovering, such beauty
are their shimmering wings.
I lie down in the meadow with deep content,
hear the morning birds join in
singing sheer songs of life and joy,
partaking with delicacy and skill.
Whispering like the hope in our hearts,
finding the tune we recognise from afar,
Songs sung for eternities
losing each other, but now
Recognising the whisperings anew.
© miriam ivarson
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So beautiful, Miriam. Looking out at a grey morning, it’s just made the sun shine in my heart. Thank you.
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So very peaceful Miriam. This evokes feelings of contentment and ease. Beautiful 💕
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Thank you for your comment Miriam, yes, peace and knowledge that we
all belong in a beautiful way. And that we as humans also can hear the whisperings.
Miriam ….northern one😊
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Thank you Peter for your kind comment. I am really glad if it made the sun
shine inside where it really matters.
Mind you, I don’t say no to the big Helios in the sky.😊 .
miriam
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You had me with the title, nicely done.
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Thank you for commenting. Titles are funny things, they can make or break
a story or a poem. Glad you liked the words.
miriam
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I often start with a title: the concept of the poem or work. Then, I allow that “name” to “infect” the very essence of what I write afterwards.
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you had me at the first lines-beautiful!
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Thank you, those were the two lines that wouldn’t leave me. How perceptive of you Michele.
miriam
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Lovely, Miriam. There’s something about horses that begets innocence and patience. And wings.
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Thanks for commenting Jaqui. Inoocence indeed, togetherness and gently
embracing and listening. Even to your heart’s whisperings. ⭐️
miriam
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This is such a lovely poem, Miriam. Well done.
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Thank yu Robbie, I am glad it felt good to you. 😊
miriam
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Sharing your wonderful whisperings… ❤ Just beautiful, Miriam. xo
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Thank you so much Bette, I am so glad you are here sharing.❤️ .
miriam
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So many layers of love and emotions and reflections Miriam…I have read and re-read this poem and love the way you have compressed SO much in this piece with your choice of words! When the dew, the birds, the butterflies and branches whisper hope…life is indeed a song worth singing! Thanks for acquainting your readers with that song 🙂
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Thank you for your beautiful comment Balroop, you do me great honour.
I am touched that you took time to even re-read the poem and so glad
you found so many levels that whispered a story worthy of singing.
Life is indeed worthy of it.🤗 .
miriam
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Miriam, the imagery in this poem is so peaceful and luxurious. The sense of such delicate sounds as whispers and the gentle movement of wings assures me that life is a miracle if only we look.
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Sharon, thank you for your beautiful comment . There are indeed miracles
in life – every day. As you say, we just need be still and look.
I read your words just now in such a place. A little feather drifts lazily past and opposite a dew drop on a bush flashes signals to me in all colours of the rainbow..
miriam
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Absolutely beautiful. The words of your heart flow as easily as water from a faucet. You have been greatly love in your life, indeed. Thank you for sharing your thoughts, friend.
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Thank you Neal for your warm and positive comment. I am glad you find the words flowing easy – like water. 😊 . I am puzzled as to your sentence about
loved seeing as you don’t know me at all. Nevertheless, I was very loved as I grew up, we all at home were. I have later met with sorrow and difficulties as well but believe we need to experience both light and dark to fully understand love.
I am happy to share my thoughts and thank you for your follow.
miriam
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Wondrous and magical. The words flow so well. 🙂
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Miriam, a sublime poem that makes my heart soar. Like Balroop, I have read this many times, finding new elements within on each reading. I feel as the very essence of life itself is celebrated with every whisper, as we join in harmony with the nature around us. Over time we hear the same whispering but as we have changed their connotations change accordingly … time itself is never still. A beautiful, serene and powerful poem that drew me in from the magical start of :
‘They whisper as the breeze in the cottonwood trees,
as the grass drinking morning dew,’
Wishing you a lovely rest of this sunny Sunday, my friend! xx😀❤️🌸
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Annika, thank you for this beautiful and stunning comment. I feel quite in awe. I know your excellent book reviews but hadn’t expected this for a poem.
You say : ” feel as the very essence of life itself is celebrated with every whisper, as we join in harmony with the nature around us.”
I am so happy to read these words, I really intended this. Again, bless you
for taking time. 🤗 .
miriam
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This is so descriptive, Miriam. I felt the breeze, smelled the grass, heard the birds… Beautiful ❤️
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Thank you for your kind comment Tina, I am so glad that you partook
in nature with me.❤️ .
miriam
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Very interesting and evocative poem Miriam. To me it emphasis the fact that nature itself is holistic and that the whisperings can come from one thing or from everywhere at the same time talking to us, if we only take the time to stop and listen.
Mike
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Thank you Mike for your beautiful comment. I love the way you see nature
as holistic and the whisperings can come from anywhere if we just are still
and listen.
miriam
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Wonderful imagery. Pushing the diabetes button a little for me, but well imagined and well told.
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Thank you Phil, glad you liked it even if it pushed your diabetes button.
Today I saw some of what wars have left behind. A video of grave yards across the world with the multitude of white crosses. The video was accompanied by wonderful music by John Williams.
Such destruction.
Makes my whisperings seeming like a futile dream.
miriam
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No. It makes your whisperings more valuable. Anything we offer to the positive side of the cosmic radio is fresh water in the dream stream. There’s a great line about two guys. One looks at the sky and wonders “How can so much darkness take place?” The other guy looks up and says “See all those stars? I heard the universe started out completely dark.” The first one says “So what does that mean?” “All those stars? All that light?” He grinned. “That means we’re winning.” Drop a flower in the stream with good intentions and it rolls on forever.
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Whisperings can be louder than any siren or alarm. Whisperings can soothe the soul. I love the image of walking in the forest or fields and just listening … to the whisperings. Beautiful poem.
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Pam, thank yu so much for your kind comment. I do agree totally with you that whisperings are soothing, whisperings from nature, whispering between human beings as we sit in a quiet place and no loud voice is needed. 💕 .
Miriam
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Your poem fills my heart with so much joy! It is simply beautiful ❤
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Thank you, your words are music to my heart. To hear you felt joy. ❤️ .
miriam
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Only a heart and soul that can hear nature’s hidden voices, the whispers of tree and fern, the sigh of seasons spent, can feel & know enough to write such beautiful verse.
Thank you Miriam x
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Ahh..Nigel, trust you to bring happy tears to my eyes.
I was just about to close my iPad when this popped in and I am so glad I didn’t miss it.
I am also glad you felt the beauty of nature behind these simple words.
Thank you 🤗 .
miriam
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A beautiful and evocative poem Miriam. I think it is only when we take some time out and slow down we experience this side of nature, the one that draws us in to look for it. The sight of the first butterfly in spring is a wonderful moment and never fails to lift the spirit. There is so much in your words and the connection with nature to reflect on.
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Davy, thank you for your warming response. Yes, we need to take time out
or keep our hearts and mind open each day to notice and feel all these free wonders so generously given around us. How sad life would be if we just rush by.
My last stanza moves to us humans though.😊 .
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Miriam, your words evoke feelings of peace and beauty. They perfectly depict just how beautiful nature is, and it’s there for us to enjoy and be entertained by if we’re open to it. This is truly a magical poem and one that makes my heart soar and sigh with delight. Wishing you a magical evening.
~Lauren ❤🌷
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Thank you Lauren for your beautiful and heartwarming comment.
How glad I am hearing you call my poem magical. To me and I am sure to
most, nature does speak with beauty and a pure voice.
~ Miriam 💕🌸 .
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Love this, Miriam! It brings me into the meadow to listen, just listen to all the sounds around me. There’s nothing quite like the quiet of nature in the morning, as the natural world starts to awaken.
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Thank you Julie, it is wonderful to hear how you totally join in and feel
the quiet whispering which really is there if we but take time to open our ears and hearts.
Truly so lifegiving. 🦋
~ miriam
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I am looking at the picture. I like the idea of fairies; matronly fairies. And the possibility of whispers of understanding.
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So B, just for you, a little verse. 😊 .
“She whispered to me, this fairy of wisdom old,
Whispered words of comfort
words of understanding and love”
~ miriam
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Miriam, you’re so sweet, and you make me cry. I am saving this. Merci.
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Love the photos! Thanks for sharing!
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Reading this, I find myself feeling calmed and deeply comforted with a hint of sweet excitement.
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JoAnna, thank you for this wonderful response. How could I but feel
warmed if my words gave you comfort…and sweet excitement. I do like that
expression.
~ miriam
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Simply marvelous and such Serene words of the whispering wings. Loved the apt picture so beautiful, Miriam.
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Thank you Kamal, I am so glad for your beautiful response. I did feel serenity
when I wrote this. I am glad you like the pictures as well, I do like finding
images or taking photos that will enhance the words.
miriam
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Same here and such beautiful and apt pictures adds cadence to our poems. Love the way you write dear Miriam. Welcome always.
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How beautiful! You have such a wonderful gift of writing 🙂
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Reblogged this on Be A Girl Like Me! Inc. and commented:
Something beautiful and sweet as you head into your Thanksgiving holiday!
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Thank you for your sweet words. I am glad you liked the poem.
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