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.
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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
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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,
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
