Nature's whispers

Day 22: 'Find an Emily Dickinson poem – preferably one you’ve never previously read – and take out all the dashes and line breaks. Make it just one big block of prose. Now, rebreak the lines. Add words where you want. Take out some words. Make your own poem out of it.'

I've chosen Emily Dickinson's Nature is What we See. The process has given me a better appreciation of her poetry - she says so much in so few words! 


Nature's Whispers

The distant hills just barely glimpsed
The slow showy drama of a solar eclipse,
The bee's companionable bumbling mumble
The low drum roll of thunder's rumble,
The quick flick of a squirrel's twitch
The rhythmic beat of the waves' wet swish,
The spare shimmery haze of a summer afternoon
The ghostly monochrome of a winter's moon
The lightning's sharp whiplash flash
The hungry fish that leap and splash
The graceful arc of a dolphin's fin
The cricket's nighttime violin
The hidden blackbird's honeyed vespers: 
The abundance of nature's wondrous whispers.  

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