fair enough! Agreed! To be drunk on the magnificence of it all - we must! - the Linden tree in Riverside, the earnest humans running the NYC half marathon, and earlier - the sparrows chirping, pigeons cooing as I sit sipping tea at my third floor window facing west 77th - the street lights go out, color returns to the gingkoes lining the street below - and I feel drunk with gratitude for yet another day on this journey along the way.
Love it. Reminds me of Neruda's poem "Poetry ", "And I, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void." No need for wine, the stars will do it for me, the scent of roses, the feel of silk, the sound of wind rippling through leaves. And, yes, poetry, especially when, like Dickinson wrote, I physically feel as if the top of my head were taken off.
A wonderful poem to share, thank you. And, as Karen V says, your voice and your reading are perfect for this poem, and for the listener. Peace. C.
fair enough! Agreed! To be drunk on the magnificence of it all - we must! - the Linden tree in Riverside, the earnest humans running the NYC half marathon, and earlier - the sparrows chirping, pigeons cooing as I sit sipping tea at my third floor window facing west 77th - the street lights go out, color returns to the gingkoes lining the street below - and I feel drunk with gratitude for yet another day on this journey along the way.
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This is beauty.. Have my full support
This is so amazing.
Listening to poetry reminds me of the power of the human voice.
I love this poem and your reading of it! - do you know which collection this comes from Tumbleweed Words?
I would enjoy reading it.
This is a lovely reading of a lovely poem
Love it. Reminds me of Neruda's poem "Poetry ", "And I, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void." No need for wine, the stars will do it for me, the scent of roses, the feel of silk, the sound of wind rippling through leaves. And, yes, poetry, especially when, like Dickinson wrote, I physically feel as if the top of my head were taken off.
If I could, I would eat just poetry all day. That is an emotive reading.
Thank you for your reading of this.
This sounds not unlike a poem by the Sufi mystic Rumi. I have a paperback copy of his work around here somewhere.
My favourite tipple became virtue 🍸