Through soft static,
the silence hums,  
as a steady tide,
where chaos succumbs  
and white noise swaddles us
in its soothing embrace
drowning out the clamour,
creating tranquil space,
tuning into the comforting drone,
as peaceful slumber finally comes.

©️Lizzie Bevis

In the stillness of time,
is where I tend to live,
Tranquility and peace,
is what calmness will give.

Everything is at a halt,
and is frozen in time,
a time to decompress and
to just to unwind.

To live in this state,
will be so divine, happiness
for those few moments,
will feel just fine.

I wish that I could stay,
in this frame of reposed mind,
just to dwell for a lifetime,
Frozen in this time.


B.R.
Date: 10/18/2024

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                          asleep
                        and fall
                      777)       
                    6     ­         
                  5                  
                4         ­            
              3                       
            2                          
          (1                            
        i count them                 
      (starry starry night)      
    through the night sky      
  (fly into heaven)                  
woolbirds fly high                

I woke to the warning blasts
Of fog horns on the St. Clair.
They comfort like a weighted blanket.
And the rain falls evenly, now,
On my vegetables,
On everyone's lawn and garden.
All is as it should be this morning.
Quiet, ordered and secure.
I'm glad I'm not over there,
Or anywhere else,
But here.

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘶𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦,
𝘐 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦,
𝘈 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴,
𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦.

𝘈𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺,
𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯,
𝘔𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘴,
𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘯.

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱,
𝘐 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺,
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴,
𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺.

𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴,
𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘶,
𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵,
𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦.

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴,
𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦,
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘦𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴,
𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦.

𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦,
𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦,
𝘎𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦'𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘩
𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦.

𝘚𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴,
𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦,
𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦,
𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴.

𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺,
𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯,
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘺,
𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

For one moment,
I forget.
I am calm and free,
From regret.

I reset.
In the eyes of green,
I am hidden by trees,
Sitting by a stream.

Mind lost at sea,
I breathe.

Finally.

For one moment,
I am truly free.

The first bite of a Mallomar,
Crunching like a boot,
On a fresh sheet of snow.

The sip of Ginger Ale,
On crushed ice,
With the squeeze of a lemon wedge

The smell of crisp Autumn air,
In September,
Just before the leaves change.

A puff of rich tobacco,
Rolled in Maduro,
With a glass of Scotch.

A salty, fatty, crispy steak,
Dripping of meat juice,
As it swims in steak sauce.

The lips of a beautiful woman,
Inside and out,
Pressing up against mine.

My fingers flicking,
Through fresh paper,
Of a brand new hardcover.

The feeling you get,
When seeing prints developed,
From your own 35mm roll of film.

A big, salty, garlicky pickle,
After a deli sandwich,
On a Saturday afternoon.

The palette punch,
Of a salt and vinegar chip,
From a fresh bag.

Looking at all that gives me joy,
One can see the truth,
In the meaning of life.

Little things,
Oh so grand,
In a world of big woes.