The morning fog paints the forest hillside an ashen shade of pale dawn shadows arising — stumbling through the dark, disappearing like some kind of disappointment drifting in the memory of a forgotten dream
a sigh settles in a fragile breath upon the windowpane then drools down upon the sill like gathered dust on an empty picture frame
a sudden gust of loneliness brings a reawakening shiver whispering silently as an old violin without a bow, tuned to a forlorn hidden ache — in the quiet darkness of your memories
The Corrs - Everybody Hurts UNPLUGGED - Amazing version of the R.E.M. Song
Healing leaves are now disrobed branches on the edge of this wilderness. Many tall Douglas Fir stand sentinel over 100 foot tall amazing grace — the fleeting leaves expose the beauty of the moss clad scaffolds adorned with a lime-grey lichen lace Nature is my refuge — solid ground to stand in this harmony and peacefulness.
The river forks at big stone eddy rending currents meandering course, its silence speaks not with forked tongue as kismet's swirling eddies abide as if time immemorial; a river naturally cleaved in two separate distinct directions befallen destiny without a choice
Spinning round and round in big stone eddy, time just drifting by in the throes of doubt — high water rising beyond the bounds of earth taking drowning souls up to the sky
Choking on a mouthful of unanswered questions, suffocating on the parting words left unsaid; distilling life into poetry hew from being — trickling out like the spilled out sky — taken down to the empty riverbed leave lay' til it's all washed away, in the music of the pourin' down rain
Freedom embodies metaphysical incarnations riding the prevailing currents it can't control Gravity-gathered down to the shoreline, manifest reclamation after the deluge, from somewhere far above the high-water mark
Swallowed by all the darkness woe betides, thinking you carry such a weight to hold... It seems all got a handful of sand to toss up into the wind to seed the clouds The totality of eclipsing silence grows that rent the stillness of a dream of peace on an eroding shoreline
In an Eddy of Expectations & Disappointment dark waters will ebb and flow, imponderable as drowning hope, leaving it all out there to dry after the rain
He liked to gather up the silence in the springtime Pack it up and carry it in an old timeworn leather rucksack From a distance it looked like he was a senseless fool Picking up handfuls of nothing then putting it in an empty jar
No mind is paid to the fleeting glance in the corner of a stranger's eyes They were out of reach from the box he was living in He kept gathering up the endless silence like missing pieces of a lost soul It seemed to be everywhere ― and in it heard, the only voice he knew
Supposing all his thoughts pondered come forth of silence Often resting sheltered beneath branches where it grew on the trees ― It wasn't just the songbird that broke the stillness in dappled sunlight It was the dearth of love that rivers through a strong heartbeat’s silenced words ...
04 May 2018
Thank you for reading and considering "gathering silence"
a breath of fresh air tickles still-waters a lone swan's quill let fall, takes flight carpe diem ― nigh weightless, buoyantly skitters across the water, laissez faire; barely dimpling the shallow peace on a lake in the wood
a wild feather's mindless pirouettes emanate from the steeping silence lapping its superficial refection
the true nature of wildness, unspoken freedom, an untamed wilder – ness skims the skinny waters seeking their own level; leaving no trace of ever being containable
like a breath of fresh air reinvigorates unconquerable souls touching in the conscious moment ― a gentle passing breeze arousing a rogue gust
01 June 2018
Thank you for stopping to read my soul scribbles :)
Nightbird perches high beneath the shooting stars that dapple the bouquet of sleepless peace ... his soft downy breast has lent breath to the sweet April afterglow heaving with song
The mystical feathered troubadour's swooning echo A melodic twilight serenade conjures a moonstruck metamorphosis, sprouting magical wings of flight; rousinga lonely heart's esprit to fly away unfettered in constellations of song
How dare imaginings spilled from the big dipper enchant such an enrapturing magic spell? It's so far to fall from swinging on a star! It's so far beyond nearing crescent moon when you wish upon a star
Thereupon struck by a bewitching bolt of starlight; Dropping asudden as a shooting-star!
Rolling like trailing thunder; tucked and tumbling ― somersaulting,
celestial rumbling blossoming with an unearthly joy
A nascent winged heart splayed bare, soars upon cresting wind waves; dreaming of that shapeless w h o o o o s h ― gathering beneath ~ uplifting wings ~
Suddenly ― gliding freely, winging gracefully upon wafting star drift glitter; lilting lightly upon the arising cadence of nightingale's melodious fluted song
Nightingale sings sweet April perfume beneath the star shed lamplight twinkle
... and it makes no difference if it's only a dream if my heart had wings