I wake to thunder
imploding as air,
inhaling sound
in stillness
shivering soul,
across my Meadow's silken mist,
as shadow stretching silver bough
to bare in arms,
my frozen syllables
of slivered solitude.
I love this earthen space of spirit,
when sleep still lingers
in tune without time
of lost, translucent thought,
left behind to fly
in search of dream,
escaping self
for feathers calling.
My mind rings round in waves
like cricket
calling spring to shatter ice
in crystal chime
of freshly etched,
forgotten flowers,
her hand to stoke
my Window's glaze in snow-white verse
of petals brushing glance
in soul to finger,
dancing letter
to imagine word.
Sky bends wild
to world in pastel peace,
as morning washes
face to bubble
from what was nothing
but pillowed darkness
hoping touch would
find in skin.
I imagine song
to sing me here
without a sound
to crack my mirror,
for you have always been so quiet,
like cotton whispers
across my page
of new-born children,
gathering lines to dance
in Wind's fresh rush,
wild with hope
of finding treasure.
So secret, is this trance to write
in gown of love
to lace and light.
A contest entry
- The sound of silence by Moonlit-Reveries.
450 points, ended February 24, 2007, 36 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Your words left me floating through a vivid world of poetic imagery. Nice reflection of silence
This was my favorite part:
My mind rings round in waves
like cricket
calling spring to shatter ice
in crystal chime
of freshly etched,
forgotten flowers
Best of luck in my contest and thanks for entering. -
time in times
kaibab (sends one to need your profile page as to which of the seven meanings you use),
"A Silent Soliloquy" is quite talkative to capture between times for thinking, like when I go down the stairs and think of a minute that was of able to be at a mountain. But the things are needed for how one thinks, so attention says much in silence I was finding.
Your opening is all ear without sound sleep and breath of response and eye upon day's easel it seems and therefore your silence perceived, I believe, though there are sonars behind the peeps of lips that can radiate as poem later. And it all gets combed in mind, not teasing the sense for one item to get tangled the wrong way but :
"of lost, translucent thought," like seeing the scalp of place behind it.
I was intrigued if the stop-goness of the vague hour of attraction was finally abbreviated by birds paused for in the rustle of light causing maybe to not be a straggler through because :
"escaping self
for feathers calling."
with you wanting paired seasnon's landscape to settle the issue of rising :
"calling spring to shatter ice
in crystal chime"
as that song has no doubts, is how I took it.. which has the mating emphasis of a she that can represent this period not just melting but loving with "petals" during warmth.
My favorite phrase with all others intact for it to stand out about it was probably :
"dancing letter
to imagine word."
as it so delicately tells how my daughter has a buzzing feeling for what can be said, enthralled writer's block possibly, like you were captivated to not be a stiff, and as many commenters must've have felt kinetetically calming down from being energized by your composition 'dressed' to address us to talk to you through careful typing. I hope my fascination didn't fumble.
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You are a touch of heart, Rich.
"I love this earthen space of spirit,
when sleep still lingers
in tune without time
of lost, translucent thought"
Dawn is a favorite time of day for me. Your relfections of soul spread themselves like gentle music across your page and instill themselves into my waking morning as well, a touch of softness in the disquiet of my thoughts lately.
~Karen
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Beautiful poetry that sings of serenity and peace of soul, yet also of the gentle longing for spring. There is a wonderful sense of comfort about this poem, almost as if the poet is writing himself from one season to another - always at one with nature. You write the silence with beauty, my friend.
~ Nicolette
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Good morning Moqui, I hope you got some sleep last night. I have a dr. appointment today and then to help my aunt. I may be on later tonight , not sure
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Excellent write!! The images are wonderful and flows great with leaving one wanting to read on. Thanks for sharing this
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Soothing
I love your choice of words, flowing, soothing. In all honesty, I haven't a clue of what is underneath the string of images and beautiful language. However that does not distract me from enjoying your piece.
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Good
A very interesting piece. Calls a few vivid images to mind. Silent soliloque - that would be like thinking or pondering, yes? -
"my frozen syllables
of slivered solitude.
I love this earthen space of spirit"
Sighhh...& it loves you right back, Scribe...Gorgeous penning, my dear Friend...Good luck in the contest, Sweetie...
Wanda
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