sighing of pines
brisk rustling of oak leaves....
easterly chilling breeze
cold front has caused stir
pollen flies freely sans rain
Sighing in the rain
It
Was a
Dull morning
Dark and cloudy
But we ventured out
Rushing to catch the train
Before long we were engulfed
Half way along the avenue
In a downpour of torrential rain
Of course Jan had forgotten her brolly
So we had to turn back, go home again
As she was soaked to the very skin
The rest of us were so annoyed
We would miss the train to town
Be late for the concert
And afternoon tea.
Our day out spoiled
“Not happy
Foolish
Jan”
Catching Moon Sighs
From time to time
as clouds pass
— those plumpted puffs —
touring by
…Out
from behind them
a
Night’s lit
Blink!
will occur
for:
T’is our
Moon sighing
at Time’s insistent nudges
to fleet on by
And at which overseeing Venus
winks her sympathies…
(c) s.y. eslinger6/2024
I heard what I thought were whispers in flight.
Soft murmurings like lyrics, that caused no fright.
It was similar to the humming drone of honey bees,
playing for me, "the silent song of the sighing breeze."
It was such a soft voice that resonated in my mind,
that I set out in a search, desperately hoping to find
the slightest wind that could murmur its sighs to me.
They were nearly inaudible, but not eerie or ghostly.
Leaves on ancient oaks were being stripped away.
Gusts blew with more force, making its branches sway.
What message did I not yet decipher from the breeze?
Was it meant for me, or for the bare limbs of trees?
Suddenly, a gentle calmness settled across the yard.
I didn't hear the breeze's song, though I tried very hard.
Woeful words it carried were not meant for my ears,
but to assuage all the trees who wept wistful tears.
#1
Your sigh indicates as though you are tired, sad, and worn out,
Yet, how lovely is your song, dear breeze, how melodious!
Flowing, with scent, from a source unknown to an unknown route,
You make paradise this world vast wide and commodious...!
An amalgamation of Piano, guitar, and flute,
Your silent song, like the gushing of waterfall burbles,
In-depth music of saxophone, violin, harp, and lute,
Blends and mingles and dribbles with medicinal herbals...!
Bathing in ponds and rivers and lakes and oceans and seas,
How immaculate is your breath that gives us existence;
Kissing, on your way, the little animals, birds, and bees,
How divinely you have blessed each one with persistence...!
How caressing is your gentle, tender, and soft air stream!
To flow with you and merge with the universe is my dream...!!!
Oh "the silent song of the sighing breeze"_
and melody of the birds chirping song,
the gentle swaying of the forest's trees;
sounds that mingle and twine . . . the whole daylong !
I come upon some wildflowers growing,
fragile blooms in yellow, purple and blue;
all the while that sighing breeze is blowing,
sighing, sighing- though still fragile . . . begin life new !
So, let go of the past sorrow and grief,
embrace the beauty of nature for peace;
let emotions fall like a tree's dead leaf,
the treasure you find . . . is God's great masterpiece !
The silent song of the sighing breeze
The silent song of the sighing breeze
murmured but not listened !
Either subsonic or supersonic
but to be felt by heart
not to meet a tragic end.
I sent my errand to you
through blowing breeze to
sigh and whisper in your ears,
cherishing expectation to touch your emotion.
Wandering on wonderful sea beach,
ruminating old memories being nostalgic.
Sending my unsaid message in symphony of silent song
through gentle breeze only to sigh.
Zephyr pulling emotive urge unstoppable.
Reminiscences rolling spreading forgotten fragrance.
May my dormant desires propagate through air to reach you.
Ruthless truth was ‘ I couldn’t accept You ‘
That lamentation is chasing me throughput life.
I am weeping with the silent song of the sighing breeze
imbibing my lost love.
"The silent song of the sighing breeze"
Makes the orphaned hearts freeze
Like a blow of a lonely tune
In the sunny month of June
A bright star fell from above
Craving for his parted love
Like the sun that misses the flower
That came the way down from his tower
Gloomy face, lonely whisper
Longing heart, he really miss her
He wishes the breeze to bring her back
For without her, he's out of track
3rd place
Sighing is one of life’s simpler pleasures
So often taken for granted, it appears,
It replaces many less desirable measures.
For example, learning a bill is in arrears
One can merely sigh and lay the matter aside,
So often taken for granted, it appears.
Another example, hearing a remark so snide
Showing boredom at such crass rudeness,
One can merely sigh and lay the matter aside.
Sighing also reflects relief from crudeness
A way of scarcely noticing, then turning away
Showing boredom at such crass rudeness.
Experts say, physically, sighing is a body’s way
Of taking in more oxygen in a time of need,
A way of scarcely noticing, then turning away.
Not like when one noticeably starts to bleed
Sighing is one of life’s simpler pleasures
Of taking in more oxygen in a time of need
It replaces many less desirable measures.
Written December 6, 2022
[posted prematurely as a Terza Rima,
so I edited, re-classified and reposted]
Revised December 6, 2022
Last evening, I noticed the Ohio River is sighing
As its waters flowed lazily toward the west,
I wondered if old rivers might fear their dying.
They tell me her fish are no good for frying,
Technology prevents her from reaching a crest
Last evening, I noticed the Ohio River is sighing.
As I sat resting along the bank, I felt like crying,
The view hindered by barges floating abreast
I wondered if old rivers might fear their dying.
I could see the pollution along her edges drying
Not in negligible amounts, too much is manifest,
Last evening, I noticed the Ohio River is sighing.
A few civic-minded folks who care keep trying
To clean up our waterways, doing their best,
I wondered if old rivers might fear their dying.
Tugs were anchored at the ship’s store buying
I wondered if the tugs ever take on a guest,
Last evening, I noticed the Ohio River is sighing
I wondered if old rivers might fear their dying.
Written April 4, 2022
submitted to Brian Strand's
Premier Poetry Contest
Have you ever really heard
The sweet twitter of the night bird,
Flying towards the refuge trees:
It's like the sighing of a breeze.
Two lovers sit on make shift bench,
Strangely they spoke in makeshift French,
Hoping their sweet whispers would please:
It's like the sighing of a breeze.
A boy and a girl ate their meal,
Time for play, oh just hear them squeal
The children run and laugh and tease:
It's like the sighing of a breeze.
The parents discuss the future
Their love, growth, success and nature
Their love mature, their hands they squeeze:
It's like the sighing of a breeze.
God sees all of His creation,
The beauty of their vocation
Like the greenery of the trees:
It's like the sighing of a breeze.
When the lights, one by one
House-lit do go off
I, with envy, pull back
A window's lace-cloth.
For there, under the stars
A Sleeping Beauty!
Earth - kissed awake of Dawn.
Wet-cheeked, more wishful
For whose own dreams come true
Which hour, too, finds me.
Forlorn, my Muse breathes a profound, deep sigh;
silent, I just observe and don't ask why.
Her sigh belies her true, fervent desire,
for she's forever near to just inspire.
Though sad, she sees me in the cool of morn
by brook and bower where my songs are born:
she, lighter from the music of my songs,
is the dear one to whom my heart belongs.
And I, reposed nearby the babbling brook
and bower (far, far from the tow'ring rook!),
motion her hither, my deep-sighing Muse:
for if she's beckoned, she won't then refuse
to be my lifelong Muse until I'm dead,
when by all I'll be studied and well-read
so all the world will know how I so yearned,
and in my lines see how for her I burned!
Cry Sighing Soul
my soul cries
awaiting those promises of love
my heart sighs
come unto me whole
O' my Lord
come unto me whole
7/7/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
3/5/3 Words Count
5/3/5 Syllable Count
Lune poetry type
Oh, once again! A cry!
Two-legged creatures
Making love under sheets
and that last sigh!
A mannequin releasing
its last plastic breath!
:: 12-15-2017 ::
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