Hedgerow #10 – The River

 
the river  Silence
beckons,
i dive in
listening
to ancient psalms
sing their poetry
tapping deeper
touching the pain
swimming through
to the still, silent pool,
i reach for a whisper
a single metaphor,
murmured underwater
an echo…. maybe joy
gasping,
and coming up
for air
then seeing
the sun rise
hearing the sky shout,
i breathe,
find a voice,
and sing.
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hedgerow: a journal of small poems # 10

11/28/14

The River


just before dawn
the river Silence
beckons,
I dive in
 listening
to ancient psalms 
sing their poetry
tapping deeper
 touching the pain 
swimming through
to the still, silent pool
reaching for a whisper 
a single metaphor,
murmured underwater
an echo…. maybe joy 
gasping,
and coming up
for air 
then seeing
the sun rise
hearing the sky shout, 
 
I breathe,
find a voice,
and sing.
 
©WabiSabi 2013
 

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