The Sound of Time

[Carmen Ruggero]

 

I heard a sweet little sound –
soft and light as a feather on the breeze,
break the silence of night.
Like a velvety tune, it caresses my senses.
I’m curious, so I stop to listen:
It whooshes past me and ever so gently
scurries through supple leaves and petals
heavy with the scent of summer.
A flash of sound, a hummingbird in flight,
and I wonder, as I watch it scuttle through the air:
Where does it land when it leaves my sight?

 

And the silence whispers tonight,
a song I seem to remember…
It resonates inside my throat,
my lips want to echo a reprise
to this sound that dribbles through space
like bouncing droplets of rain.
I feel it close to me; its breath brushes my skin
then it ebbs as swells do
when they break and foam around my feet.
I watch them rush back to the sea
and wonder, as I see them disappear:
Whom will they touch, after they’ve touched me?

And the silence whistles tonight,
a tune it needs me to hear, no doubt.
It has traveled the worldly planes,
it has flown celestial realms
like mischievous cherubs playing
among the softness of snow,
and pine trees heavy with the scent of hope.
Then, a traveler heard its sound and listened:
It whistles, cheerful and bright...
He felt the sound as he did the swells
that rushed and foamed around his feet, and wondered
as he stood in the midst of silence, again:
who will hear it, when I set it free?

 

@Carmen Ruggero 2011

 

[Carmen Ruggero]

Hi Pea! You're a friend, indeed!  This was one of those poems that come out of nowhere -- or so we think.

Love ya,

Carmen

[Phyllis Jean Green]

Evocative and image-rich...but then your poems always are.  All your writings!

I love hummingbirds, and I love the way you bring them alive.  The s o u n d

you bring us.  Music, should have said.  Oh, how I needed this.

B R A V A !!!

<3  Pea <3