Water Witching, We Hear
The rattle of stalks
along dirt roads,
whispery days
sifting through
parched
light,
you say
patience, my
friend, and again,
patience.
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“Water Witching, We Hear” first appeared on the blog in April 2017.
O at the Edges
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
O at the Edges 
Love this Robert!
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Thank you, Susan!
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Your words “whispery days”,quietly capture a moment of calmness for me……
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Thanks, Ivor. I am in need of some whispery calmness today!
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Here’s a my favourite song, to help calm you down
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Returning to reading my followed blogs after an interval, it was so nice to come to this poem. Very nice. I can feel the dry, hear the stalks.
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Thank you, Frank. I’m glad it resonated.
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