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Margo Berdeshevsky: Listen….Listen
I drift into the sound of wind.
Woken, yes, but maybe blinded.
What eye can see her sound?
Augury of lightning or follower,
her voice fills the cage of the heart
and the body kneels— what
thunder dares to come so near ?
Or firefly, night-lighter,
what eye can see your ladybird
love’s wingbeat— faster than a running
horse— silent in the omen voice she
brings you, alone.
When summer’s stones and dragons
whisper to her— lie beside her green
banks to muse with her— let her heal
tears. Listen, lone as the running
river is. She sounds to your fears.
Then deaths heed cacophonies
of bells and need no eye or lead to
hear their time. Listen.
Woken, yes. Ready for the wind’s
autumnal hand— what eye
will hold her ringing?
*I drift into the sound of wind
~Reginald Shepherd~
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Margo Berdeshevsky is the author of many titles, including It Is Still Beautiful to Hear the Heart Beat (Salmon Poetry, 2024) and Kneel Said the Night (Sundress Publications, 2022).
Copyright 2024 Margo Berdeshevsky
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!! Thank you dear Michael Simms, and thank you dear Vox Populi readers for your open minds and hearts…for receiving this newest of my poems. My care to us each in these worried days as we gather and listen to the falling(s) …, Margo
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Yay Margo!
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WA fall wind or breeze through trees — what subtle shushing symphonies!
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Sorry for the silly W before “A”!
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Margo’s poems are rich in sound and image.
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Euphony of this poem, not cacophony. It fuels my heart, stronger than a running horse, glorious as the pulse of fireflies lifting into a windless night. It sounds its notes, awakening pleasure in a gentle breeze, whispering through palm tree fronds. Thanks for sharing with us readers. Drawing close to us with your words. Helping us find words of our own.
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Ahhhh….
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I love the music of this poem.
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Purely wonderful Dame Margo!
Who should speak of wind and light this moment? We’ve had a bit much of one and not enough of the other of late, but this Halcyon morning arrives, gilded and fair and is just what you say. We shall dress the day up in the formal attire of your beautiful words and call it—hope!
Everyone I love knows (or should) what hope that is!
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So glad the disaster has passed, Sean. Now for the clean up.
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Vero’s Beach is a complete disaster area!
we are relatively unscathed.
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Margo Berdeshevsky, always intrigued! Kindly Kate
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