Written to Rosemary's prompt What do you hear?
for Poets and Storytellers United
When I am
quiet
When I am quiet, I hear
my
soul wanting to wear the hazy sky
and dance in draped dresses
on the ashes of misery
and sing a song about slices
of sun, cutting out the night
When I am quiet, I hear
an invite to the dream world,
a shiny diamond
wrapped in a foggy cloth,
greying out the mundane.
Let its light weave into
the fabric of the soul.
When I am quiet, I hear
the longing for high tides,
to submerge in emerald pools,
where the strong create waves
and currents of change,
building a place where all belong.
When I am quiet, I hear
beyond the voices and noises,
the truth born from intuition,
filtered through reason
until poetic tunes emerge.
Marja Blom
Your word imagery compellingly shows that beyond the inner/outer noises, we intuit something far greater than human understanding ... where the dream world is perhaps the real world.
ReplyDeleteQuietness brings so many wonderful gifts - you express this so well - Jae
ReplyDeleteLovely poem and you just sink into the words where you read it, "beyond the voices." is a great line . Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteOh, here's to being quiet and doing all these things. Quiet is my mantra these days.
ReplyDeleteI think this is my new favorite of yours. There is so much hope and beauty in the quiet you describe.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written! It arks wonderfuly well on immediate reading; then it repays going back for a re-read, taking me deeper.
ReplyDeleteCompelling words.
ReplyDelete...I wish you a relaxing weekend!
ReplyDelete"When I am quiet" ~~~ a truly beautiful poem. Deep, thought-provoking, wise.
ReplyDeleteThis is outstanding, Marja. I love the first stanza.
ReplyDeleteQuiet time can be precious, hard to get. Coveted.
ReplyDeleteYour poem makes us think and be aware of this.
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Lovely poem. The last stanza is my favourite.
ReplyDeleteWhen one is quiet, one can hears the truth.
Lovely poem !...Rall
ReplyDeleteWhen I am quiet, I hear it all - the high and low, voices and noises, dream and reality, truth and untruth.
ReplyDeleteInteresting picture with two quiet sculptures!
Dear Marja,
ReplyDeleteI almost missed this poem because I've been so busy over the last few days and weeks. You're so wonderful with words - the first two lines alone
"When I am quiet, I hear my
soul wanting to wear the hazy sky"
create so many inner images and feelings...
Hugs again, Traude
Hi Marja - this is lovely ... I so enjoyed:
ReplyDelete'you can hear the truth
born from an intuition
filtered through reason'
Wonderful writing ... just beautiful - congratulations - cheers Hilary
...enjoying quiet moments can be difficult in our crazy world.
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