Sunday, March 26, 2017

In The Early Hours

This silence
is fragile.
I handle it with care.
Reflect,
genuflect,
and climb it

like stairs
to share with you-

shhh . . .
my finger to your lips

Shh . . .

careful,
you'll wake her.

For Poetry Pantry at Poets United

14 comments:

brudberg said...

Nothing more fragile than silence... love it.

Rossy said...

Wow, this is HOT!

Mary said...

Enjoyed the still peaceful silence in your words.

Sherry Marr said...

I love climbing the silence like stairs.

gillena cox said...

A wonderful moment beautifully shared


Much love...

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Gorgeous!

C.C. said...

Oh, I remember those precious silent moments and the joy of sharing them!

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

I'm loving this homage to silence.

Sioux Roslawski said...

MZ--I appreciate silence when I have the house to myself (which is rare). This poem reminds me of when my kids were small. We'd do all sorts of things to avoid waking them up.

R.K. Garon said...

Intriguing!
ZQ

Kerry O'Connor said...

Such silent times are precious indeed.. until the house remains silent all day every day, with the children gone away. I long to wake mine up in their beds.

indybev said...

The silence of an empty house can be comforting, intimidating, or sorrowful. I like your silence!

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Oh this is incredibly beautiful!!❤️

grapeling said...

real life, but condensed, and not quite sweeter - but sharper ~