Monday, May 22, 2017

Fans in the Night


Restless night
listening to the sound
of ceiling blades cutting
through my thoughts

dissecting our words
into syllables, pieces
of our hearts linger
in the spring heat

thirsty for lost songs
remembering our verses
the nightingale softly sings
and I wonder do you hear

posted for dVerse
writing a Quadrille using 44 words
incorporating the word sound 


  1. Oh that's nice. The sound of night birds. I had forgotten about those. When we lived in the country, there was one called the common lesser nighthawk. It was a smallish common looking brown bird, that sang like a whip-o-will, very beautiful music

  2. So incredibly beautiful......."thirsty for lost songs" I think I do hear that nightingale.

  3. I love that sound of the nightingale ~ A nostalgic write ~

  4. The sound of that ceiling fan... to me it can be the emptiest songs of all, a vacuum to filled with memories.

  5. "And I wonder do you hear?"
    It's hard to imagine one wouldn't tune into the beauty and the truth, given a choice.

  6. A song in the night, can sure bring many a memory to light

  7. Really well done, Truedessa. I love the image of the ceiling fan cutting through thoughts--wish I'd thought of that.

  8. You had me with the title and the first stanza. The sound of the ceiling fan can be mesmerizing --- and then the nightingale. A very melancholy feel to this. I enjoyed it very much.

  9. This is beautifully melancholic and deep!❤️

  10. AnonymousMay 23, 2017

    Like a nightingale's song there is depth in this wonder.

  11. Hey Truedessa,

    Well done
    With this one
    Man oh man
    I'm an adoring fan.

    Gary, Gary, nary contrary.....

  12. Beautiful, the thought of that nightingale's lost song.

  13. Gayle Walters RoseMay 25, 2017

    There's a wistfulness here of times once experienced but no longer. The lost song of the nightingale brings it home. Lovely.

  14. I like how the sound of ceiling blades cuts through thoughts and words...sound does that...

  15. How many times I've tossed and turned to a ceiling fan cutting through all kinds of my thoughts. It takes a poetess to turn the mundane into magic words that capture so many feelings!

  16. Beautifully written! Big Hugs!