To Listen to the Sounds of Nature

Sounds of Nature
Click of Cicada

To Listen to the Sounds of Nature

Isha

(Sounds)

Sit for needed rest

whether on rock or old log

close eyes open ears.

 

Click of Cicada

Hummingbird hums while in flight

crack of woodpecker.

 

Things that move on Earth

surrender to their noises

recreate this song.

 

Pad of mammal foot

crunches mulch on forest floor

a song birds love song.

 

So man’s foot treads miles,

these inhabitants know this,

their created space.

 

When ears truly hear

the movement of the termites

in log where one sits.

 

Listen to Crickets

a melodic symphony

here on wooded path.

Sounds
Crack of Woodpecker

Devas

 

(Sounds)

 

To hear loud breathing

of deer with noses to ground

familiar smells.

 

The sounds of squirrel

as they horde nuts for winter

to sing working songs.

 

A breeze moves Aspen

A periodic rustle

one can hear winds path.

 

Struggle to hear more,

beyond the Deer, beyond Bear,

continuation.

 

These forest soundscapes

a harmony of raindrops

onto matted leaf.

 

Hear tongue stir a pool

before one hears the drinking,

the twitch of a tail.

 

Long silences between

very stimulating sound

here in our stillness.

Sounds
Hear tongue stir a pool

Matarisvan

 

(Sounds)

 

To contain these sounds

within the movement of breath

into rested thought.

 

Chorus of birdcall

from heavenly instruments

high in canopy.

 

An old tree’s limb breaks

a loud crash follows the fall

forward onto the floor.

 

Water not so far

moving around on some rocks

preparing for fall.

 

Isha” whisper mice

as they scurry with a slight

tickle of the ear.

 

This Cacophony

becomes troubled unity

when one moves a foot.

 

To disturb pattern

with an out of place loud step

heard beyond the hill.

Miles to finish walk

Knowledge

 

(Sounds)

 

Followed by silence

a moment when the world stops

songs seldom broken.

 

Mile to finish walk

before the evening sun sets

leaving only darkness.

 

A new set of sounds

will pierce the dark of the night

in all minor keys.

 

Again music plays

a life shares it’s own language

symphony of wild.

 

We will be away

when the commotion restarts

within our safe homes.

 

Reading Robert Frost

trying to hear our own sounds

our own poetry.

 

Jamie Lee Hamann

Things have changed over the years.My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry.I started writing for TCE around 2015 and since then I have finished two collections of poetry "Six Years of Service" and "The Rhyme of the Ancient Middle Class" both available on Amazon and plans for more.I share a weekly poem for TCEevery Saturday.I started work on my first novel and I am using TCE to share my progress as I go.I share new excerpts of this work every weekend.A Science Fiction novel that I hope is enjoyable to read. I currently live in Lemmon Valley NV with my family.I am excited to share my poetry and my writing.If you desire to find my other work on the internet feel free to stop by my website simplepoetics.weebly.com.The website offers articles on poetry, poems, and links to all my other writing.

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Jamie Lee Hamann

Things have changed over the years. My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry. I started writing for TCE around 2015 and since then I have finished two collections of poetry "Six Years of Service" and "The Rhyme of the Ancient Middle Class" both available on Amazon and plans for more. I share a weekly poem for TCE every Saturday. I started work on my first novel and I am using TCE to share my progress as I go. I share new excerpts of this work every weekend. A Science Fiction novel that I hope is enjoyable to read. I currently live in Lemmon Valley NV with my family. I am excited to share my poetry and my writing. If you desire to find my other work on the internet feel free to stop by my website simplepoetics.weebly.com. The website offers articles on poetry, poems, and links to all my other writing.

4 thoughts on “To Listen to the Sounds of Nature

  • May 25, 2019 at 6:37 PM
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    Very nicely penned Haiku, Jamie. It brought back memories of camping in the Pacific Northwest when I was a kid – while the rest of family slept, my Dad and I would sit out by the campfire and listen to the sounds of Nature. I enjoyed reading this post.

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  • May 25, 2019 at 10:50 PM
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    A lovely write, Jamie, filled with imagery as to our awareness and nature’s offerings. A poet without the gift of awareness is like a truck with no wheels, as our senses give us and understanding of what’s around us. The poets heart then finds the beauty in it all and that comes out through our renderings. Lovely work my friend.

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  • June 10, 2019 at 3:10 AM
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    Wonderful haiku giving a glimpse of nature through your wonderful imagery. I enjoyed this Jamie.

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