One thing I have grown to appreciate more and more is “silence”. I have written many poems, haiku and senryû about silence inasmuch as the rivers and rapids listen to my silent pain and suffering. Sometimes it hears my frustrations after a long day or that I needed to find patience to finish my day with calm.
When our children were little, I remember riding my bike rapidly to the Chambly rapids to refuel. The children would want to come along and I would tell them to stay with their father for half an hour and then we could go for a family bike ride after supper. I would get to the rapids and sit on a rock and just the gushing of water noisily flowing down the damn into the rapids would embrace all my emotions, my silent screams would drown. All this washing me with a bit more serenity in the space of perhaps fifteen minutes.
Days of frustrations
I sit by the river screaming
Our miniature Schnauzer, Desirée died at 13 years old on the morning of 9/11. So much to absorb that day, week and months to come.
Unlocking the door
expect tiny paws clicking
Life is filled with necessary losses
wrapped in burlap coverlets.
I am a sunset chaser. When I visit a new town or a new town around dusk, I need to sit and watch the sun bow the end of the day. My first and only condo I purchased on my own, I fell in love with the sun setting on the patio from the 20th floor. I have noticed when sitting with a friend or lover during a sunset, there are brief moments that no words are necessary to tell each other to simply watch in captivated silence. That is another reason I love climbing up to the roof of our work building when I can to simply see this breathtaking show.
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Tinted shades perform,
behold, speechless audience,
In my work, listening is essential. Silence is often necessary to give a youth time to regroup, think through his/her next disclosure. Moreover, sometimes the silence tells me more…feeling the emotions weeping sadly through the phone line; I wait with humility and embrace their trust.
halt in screaming silence,
© Tournesol ' 14
Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/08/24