verdant
this is the silence
you sing about
echoes bounce off
the fragile egg
you hold
in one hand
sister bits
broken
at your feet
yesterday
owes you nothing
time pays for itself
each morning
tomorrow
waits for you
to color in the lines
growth is not
profound
but a function
of survival
there is nothing
to do
but listen
.
.
.
.
May 28th, 2013 at 9:57 am
much to be said of listening…between the egg in hand and sister bits broken at your feet…and feeling a bit caught between yesterday and today…def mood to this one…
May 28th, 2013 at 12:11 pm
Love the line …tomorrow waits for us to color in the lines ….
Btw, just read your 2011 post on George .. so beautiful and lovely tribute
May 28th, 2013 at 12:19 pm
That’s so beautiful!
May 28th, 2013 at 3:32 pm
“tomorrow
waits for you
to color in the lines”
Loved that line. Almost like a motivating challenge. & you are so right, growth is something that we must all do to survive.
May 28th, 2013 at 3:38 pm
This is exquisite … the silences between the words … the beauty in listening <3
May 28th, 2013 at 3:53 pm
echoes bounce off
the fragile egg
you hold
in one hand
… that right there says so much. Lovely poem…
May 28th, 2013 at 3:55 pm
listen indeed, especially to the silence
May 28th, 2013 at 3:57 pm
Listen to the sounds of life…listen to silence ..
beautiful.
May 28th, 2013 at 4:06 pm
Indeed…listen to the now. Lovely poem 🙂
May 28th, 2013 at 4:09 pm
So beautiful!
May 28th, 2013 at 4:41 pm
Profound here. Yes, growth is a function of survival. We do have to grow to LIVE.
May 28th, 2013 at 4:58 pm
The short lines are delicate, like the fragile egg, perfectly suited to the theme. Silence is a beautiful sound . . . Very well done!
May 28th, 2013 at 5:29 pm
I do so love your writing.
May 28th, 2013 at 6:51 pm
This is fantastic! “Yesterday owes you nothing…Tomorrow waits for you to color in the lines” So true. Love it! 🙂
May 28th, 2013 at 7:26 pm
“Growth is not profound but a function of survival”…. These words will surely stick with me
May 28th, 2013 at 8:21 pm
both your words and the image are exquisite!
May 28th, 2013 at 8:53 pm
I guess all is contained in silence. Love how you express this. I felt like I was reading something written by an old sage. I guess that’s what you are – not old, but wise.
May 28th, 2013 at 9:12 pm
Yes, and sometimes we can’t even shut up long enough to listen! Great call to mindfulness.
May 28th, 2013 at 10:03 pm
So true Kelly. Loved this whole piece, especially those opening lines. Your poetry and photography sing.
May 28th, 2013 at 10:30 pm
“sister bits broken at your feet” – I loved those lines. Verdant is also one of my favorite words. You wrote- I listened. Beautiful.
May 28th, 2013 at 10:36 pm
“this is the silence
you sing about”
“there is nothing
to do
but listen”
I love how this has completion, goes from singing to listening. My favorite sound: silence.
May 28th, 2013 at 10:59 pm
I love this piece. It has very valuable life lessons in it, taught in such remarkable words. Thank you for sharing.
May 29th, 2013 at 12:20 am
This has such a feel of urgency. I love it!
May 29th, 2013 at 6:46 am
I want to requite the whole thing. This one spoke to me, thank you!
May 29th, 2013 at 9:49 am
I must re-read, swallow and digest and re-read. It seems so simple, yet somehow beyond easy reach.
Your language and your flow tender and easy.
I have to come back.
Cheers!
May 29th, 2013 at 12:39 pm
Wonderful capture of a restless but helpless feeling. Nothing to do but listen.
May 29th, 2013 at 1:51 pm
Kelly, listening to the silence is very important. Lovely write.
Pamela
May 31st, 2013 at 6:54 am
Wisely beautiful, delicate but profound…. I enjoyed this very much – a lot of poetic power here… “there is nothing to do, but listen…” How true! With Best wishes Scott