Besting.A Poem by Fay Slimm![]()
Besting.
Repetitive cooing of an un-mated wood pigeon seems so tenderly moving. An amalgam of voices making dinner-time chat sounds surprisingly soothing. Mesmerisingly restful an incoming tide swishing on stones in covert beaches. And agreeably pleasant the motorised greeting of blooms by afternoon bees. Rhythmical rocking of rails on fast trains might quickly my mind hypnotize. Resonance trembles from waterfalls dropping to vibrational silence.
And what of those somnolent tocks after the Those crackles from logs on after-work fires
Yet none of these soothing rhythms come near besting the best for me.
The most precious of sounds and gentlest © 2020 Fay SlimmReviews
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