Slipping into Bayou

Kristin Reynolds
Author: Kristin Reynolds
Word Count: 96
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Slipping into Bayou

This is a poem about how i’d much rather be surrounded by my own quiet; nature and all the wosdom she brings, than surrounded by artificial sounds, and temporal sounds.

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Archaic sounds –
simple yet complex in their
unification
of octaves.

Root noise –
umbilicus song taught and
pristine;
crisp and cutting –
a figure 8 sliced
onto 100 degree moss

through the 2 am
silence.

A door opens
on the bare-tree horizon,
and for a moment –

the prehistoric quagmire
quiets.

Someone in the Bayou slips
into dreams,
rising to meet their singular existence,
they sing the door
shut.

And I,
in my unending hush,
do much prefer the beating
heart of swamp,
to the temporary sound
of doors.

© Kristin Reynolds 12 08

  • DarKarsean

    DarKarsean

    beautiful sounds of the bush (country) – you cannot beat it

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    Thank you so much, I do totally agree. :)

  • PJ Ryan

    PJ Ryan

    beautiful
    really love this;
    And I,
    in my unending hush,
    do much prefer the beating
    heart of swamp,
    to the temporary sound
    of doors

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    Thanks, P.J, I appriciate that, that is my favorite line, too. :) Kristin

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