There’s something hauntingly immersive about this like how silence takes on so many textures and forms. I especially loved the line about the flower speaking without awareness of its color. The closing image of the moon keeping vigil is also very beautiful. This unfolds like a flower blossoms. Like moon ascends in a night. Love this, my friend ❤️
Like Nazish says, the silence here is so textural, a being of its own, with form, and chillness, heaviness and a voice! A brilliant poem for the morning, which i would have loved to read at night, in the silence.
This is my favorite poem of yours yet!!! ❤️
Thank you, Martha!!! Glad it made it to the top of the line :)
There’s something hauntingly immersive about this like how silence takes on so many textures and forms. I especially loved the line about the flower speaking without awareness of its color. The closing image of the moon keeping vigil is also very beautiful. This unfolds like a flower blossoms. Like moon ascends in a night. Love this, my friend ❤️
Thanks so much, dear Nazish and am delighted by your kind comment on how the poem unfolds for you. Made my day! :)
Like Nazish says, the silence here is so textural, a being of its own, with form, and chillness, heaviness and a voice! A brilliant poem for the morning, which i would have loved to read at night, in the silence.
Thank you, Namratha...I think silence can be very tactile...never the same! I'd love to know if the poem feels any different when read at night! :)
This is what I have been looking for ... '
Some journeys have
a design beyond the traveller.'
Thank you.
Thank you, Richard. Am so glad that resonated.
Ahhh!
Thank you, Rosemary... is that the Ahhh I think it is ??? :) :)
Another great title. There is so much awareness around us that we can't articulate. (K)
Thanks so much, K. True, the silence is loud...and the words all get tangled up.
Beautiful. "Some journeys have a design beyond the traveller."
Thanks so much, Sherry :)
“All there is,
is this ordinariness of being.
The extraordinary, when it
comes, is so immeasurably
small, so painfully personal
that language refuses
to contain it.” — beautiful! The topic of searching vs allowing feels very timely for me.
Thanks so much for reading, Carolina. I love that you picked that line!