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
in silence.
In silence
purging qualms
soul soothing
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
silent
vacancy
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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| © C.L.R. .2014 |
Tinted shades
perform,
behold, speechless audience,
Show Time.
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.
Frantic ramblings
halt in
screaming silence,
connected
© Tournesol ' 14
Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/08/24
Out of all of us, the necessary losses wrapped in burlap coverlets hit me the hardest --
ReplyDeleteA wonderful post Cheryl-Lynn
I have a secret hope: that even though some losses are inevitable, they are not necessary, and somehow, somewhere restoration will occur. Until then, the burlap!
ReplyDeleteSniffing the Silence
I think we experience loss all through life...not through death always, but loss of health, youth, friends, transitions, etc. but the burlap is prickly.
DeleteA journey today, the symbolic sunsets.... a sensitive haibun...a speciality here...just touching the emotions - except the first haiku, which hits them..
ReplyDeleteWonderful collection of thoughts expressed so beautifully.
ReplyDeleteThank you, glad you enjoyed it.
DeleteThanks Jen...I like that sentence too:)
ReplyDeleteThese are all good. I like the the show time one the best.Lovely pic.!
ReplyDeleteThank you...I take so many pics on the roof at work and although people look and feel they look alike, I witnessed the difference. Just love sunsets.
DeleteBeautiful post ... Cheryl Lynn ...
ReplyDeleteChėvrefeuille
Thank you, I am enjoying haiku because I feel I can write as transparently as I do at Tracesofthesoul. I enjoyed this prompt very much.
DeleteYou really dive deep into the subject.. and indeed there are so many varieties of silence.. they came in both and sweet tastes.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Bjorn, I do not know how else to speak or write.
DeleteThese are Really Great. Thank You for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Jamie, glad you liked them:)
DeleteThe screaming silence ... this struck me very much ... a great series Tournesol.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Georgia, that is one that truly moves me too, callers who fall silent tell me more than they know.
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