So, I just now wrote a few poems and thought I’d share… As always, I never title anything…
Still
Everything still
There are
No other voices
I talk only
To myself
The snow
Blankets the world
Covering all sound
And the race
Stops
Movement impossible
I wait
Wait
Wait
The silence
Is deafening
Broken only by…
Drip… and
Drip
Drips meaning
A thaw is coming
Yet, not enough
No escape
So… still
And
I wait
Wait
Am waiting
Day to night
Back again
I’m here
Where everything
Is still
and….
Free flowing
Thought
Moves
Moves when I can’t
I am stuck
In body
Moving
In mind
I fly from this place
Visiting friends
Looking at
The moving world
The pace
So fast
The days
So short
Realizing
When forced to stop
The world
Waits
And I…
… I find myself
In free flowing
Thought
and…
Hush
Preternatural calm
Pressing ear to ground
I hear leaves falling
Wind
Brushing the trees
All the sounds
Under the usual din
Present
And alive
There is beauty
So much
Beauty
My soul filling
Heart expanding
It flows through me
And I can
Finally…
Really…
…Hear




















