by Ganesh
Soundscape Ecology
When I hold myself silent, the soundscape opens to me.
I clean my ears of human-made detritus.
The biophony uncurls itself, a Fibonacci shell of sound
matching my cochlea, as if a reflection of it.
I clean my ears of human-made detritus.
Cross legged, I sink into the earth and outside time that
matches my cochlea, as if a reflection of it
might awaken something I can barely touch in dreams.
Cross legged, I sink into the earth and outside time.
The river rushes to meet the wind; untuned geophonics
might awaken something I can barely touch in dreams.
This place is orchestral, a laced arrangement of the organic.
The river rushes to meet the wind, untuned geophonic
soundmakers move through stillness with audible intent.
This place is orchestral, a laced arrangement of the organic.
With no conductor, time and rhythm guide themselves.
Soundmakers move through stillness with audible intent
and the biophony uncurls itself, a Fibonacci shell of sound.
With no conductor, time and rhythm guide themselves
so when I hold myself silent, the soundscape opens to me.
Amanda McLeod is a coffee aficionado and nature lover based in Canberra, Australia. Her work can be found in many places both in print and online, including The Big Issue and Meniscus Literary Journal. She’s usually outside when she’s not working, but if you can’t find her try Twitter and Instagram @AmandaMWrites or her website amandamcleodwrites.com.
Ganesh loves to travel and explore the places and faces he meets. His work has appeared in Prune Juice, Under the Basho, Failed Haiku, Scarlet Dragonfly, Chrysanthemum, Pan Haiku Review and Fresh Out. Country: India. Instagram @guns_82. https://gunsgreat.wixsite.com/thewanderlustdiaries https://thelongshortofit248090362.wordpress.com/ https://gunspoemsandstories.wordpress.com/