Sweet Notes


Your voice rings out in the morning
Calling for a response I cannot give.
Three effusive notes are multiplied
Sounds vibrate, stretch and trill…
Who are you, calling my name
Out of reverie, urging me to listen?

Show yourself please let me
Put a face to this music you cry
Place the song that speaks to my soul.

Come to my garden and let me share
The daisies and the crown of thorns
The laurel and the rosemary.

Sweet notes wash softly my skin
Slip into my heart feather light
Close my eyes to certainty
Sweep away unanswered harmony.
Three notes close by but elusive
Welcome a golden day…

Sunlight carves a fence on the wall
And the notes

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About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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20 Responses to Sweet Notes

  1. PapaBear says:

    Who was it? Maybe the chanticleer…, or not. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    • emmylgant says:

      I don’t know who or what it was Paul! But it was earnest and insistent. he/she was small. I could sort of tell what direction it came from but could not see him. My friend Mak (see below) says it was him, but I’m not buying it. 😉


  2. Randstein says:

    It’s always a good day that starts like that 🙂 This year I have squirrels, rabbits, and lots of birds. Apparently the squirrels are in charge of directing the symphony as they are always rearranging the chair positions for the birds and rabbits.


    • emmylgant says:

      I can picture the scene….
      We don’t have squirrels here anymore. Hard to imagine, hey?
      Rabbits and wild pigs in the hills, lots of unknown, unseen birds passing through.
      And you are right, it’s always a good day that starts like that. Hugs.

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  3. PapaBear says:

    Hello Emm, Yes, it’s really me ! I haven’t been lost…, just terribly busy – more than I want to be. Really liked what you wrote. There’s a sweetness about it that reaches out. If you’re looking for a singer, it really couldn’t be me. I make a frog sound like Pavarotti !!! 🙂


  4. arjaybe says:

    Who wouldn’t want to come to your garden, the way you describe it?

    I heard a meadowlark on my walk this morning.


    • emmylgant says:

      Oh you’d be surprised! Or maybe not.
      The grass is greener in other yards and the flowers lovelier.
      A meadowlark! What a treat! I can’t remember when I heard one…


  5. makagutu says:

    Glad to know you have finally heard my cry. I can now show my face fully.


  6. Music, Mystery, Magic.
    Three sweet notes.


  7. john zande says:

    I love the sentiment behind, “come to my garden.” There’s something wonderful in that.

    Hey, you haven’t mentioned your dog for a while. Is he coping, is he happy?


    • emmylgant says:

      Thank you my friend. Yes, an invitation to stay, enjoy, share… a medieval metaphor, sort of.
      Yes, the dog is well looking good and happy. He knows I am the numpty he needs to protect… otherwise, who will feed him, hmm?

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  9. Katalina4 says:

    The rhythm of threes, yes… the distinct shape of a song. Oh to share your garden with singer, listener, and song… xxx

    Liked by 2 people

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