in the middle of a field
eyes squeezed tightly shut
mouth open wide
fingers in ears
sound
is
suspended
now and then
a motorbike roars and whines
cars hum in the distance
senses open
to patch of blue
taste of earth
and thud of heart
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Monday Quadrille – Sound Off!
This Monday, Victoria has chosen ‘sound’ as the word for the Quadrille. She says it can be used as a noun, verb, adjective or adverb.
writing in north norfolk 
The first four lines and the last four — definitely my “happy place.”
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I love how your eyes and ears are closed to open up the senses to
‘patch of blue
taste of earth
and thud of heart’
Hope you had a lovely time at the choir and wishing you a wonderful new week! :o) xxx
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Thank you, Xenia! You too! xxx
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Thank you Kim :o) xxx
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I know of exactly what you write, Kim. Being in nature with only the slightest awareness of the distant noise that humans make. Sound is suspended–well put.
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Thank you, Victoria!
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I love this! it brought me back to my youth walking in fields along a country road…love that muffled `sound ` of tractors, motorcycles and cars make.
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I love country life – can’t cope in big cities any more, although I grew up in one.
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And I am in the suburbs now 10 mins from the city; I may move to the city when I retire unless my son insulates the garden shed in his new home (chuckles)
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I love that opening of the senses. We don’t have enough quietness in life.
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That si so true. When we went to London the week before last, I was bombarded with noise and found it unbearable.
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This one gave me goosebumps! Especially resonate with; “cars hum in the distance senses open to patch of blue taste of earth and thud of heart.” Beautifully penned, Kim ❤️
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Thank you, Sanaa!
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perfect imagery and takes us from that ‘no sound’ sound out into the world and back again. Brilliant.
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Thank you, Paul!
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Beautiful imagery and locale.
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Thank you! The field is opposite our house and is common land for the whole village so I can go over and enjoy it any time I want! I’m so lucky!
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Truly, senses wide open with this! Well penned 🙂
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Thank you, Jilly! 🙂
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It’s nice to be out in nature, to hear the sounds of civilization from afar. To hear your own heartbeat above the rest. I hear the far off sounds sometimes at night, when i hear small airplanes flying in the distance or an 18 wheeler gearing down
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I love that senses being wide open & these amazing lines:
taste of earth
and thud of heart-
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Those of us who don’t live in cities are lucky as we experience this most days. When we spent a couple of day sin London recently, I had a noise overload and couldn’t cope.
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The last four lines really create a wondrous image.
senses open
to patch of blue
taste of earth
and thud of heart
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Thank you!
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Love how you bring this experience to life. The last four lines….bliss 🙂
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Thank you kindly, Cynthia! 🙂
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I love your last four lines…that says it all for me. To hear the sounds of nature are the ones I enjoy the most.
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I love it when there is just nothing going on in the house: no radio, no TV, nobody talking, and you can hear birds, the tick of a clock, your own heart and breathing.
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I do love it when you hear that thud of earth
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Beautiful imagery Kim. The poem just took me there in the middle of the fields. 🙂
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Thank you, Somali!
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Spectacular! 🌹🌹😎
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Thank you, Dorna!
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the collision of quiet and distant approaching sounds – i felt that was suspended sound – lovely!
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Thanks Gina!
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