Quiet Comes - The Soddy, late 1875

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Sunshine

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Listening to every heart

0 posted 2002-01-16 10:05 PM

Quiet Comes – the Soddy, late 1875

There is never a quiet so subtle,
Nor loss so extreme,
That one cannot hear something.

It wakes you when the
Wind dies down toward the grass
To come lay upon it like an exhausted lover.

Some say
That prairie silence is loud, it does not
Remain composed, nor tranquil.

In this peace, though muted,
The hushed beat of a pounding
Heart in wait subtly rushes the ears.

Blood does not coagulate from lack
Of touch, but continues to flow in
Trust, that he will come to warm you again.

Like when he stands with the earth ~ you want him to
Sift his fingers through your hair just as he
Allows the dirt to run through his hand,

You wait for his tears to touch parched skin,
When he finds his axis in you, and
Centers you in soothe.

“Allay your fear,” your heart speaks,
“Peace shall settle serene,” and you ache
For the winds quiet to hush his fear.

©Karilea Rilling Jungel
16 January 2002

Photo courtesy University of Kansas

[This message has been edited by Sunshine (01-17-2002 06:57 AM).]

poetryinmotion
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1 posted 2002-01-16 10:08 PM

hey Sunshine. I see my old farm house way up yonder in your picture. lol great poem. i loved reading it very much. you are a great writer. love Alice

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2 posted 2002-01-16 10:18 PM

*sigh* I could easily hear the loud silence of the prairie winds and your beseeching heart. I felt and heard this poem. Magnificent. ***big hugs***

Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams.

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Canada eh.

3 posted 2002-01-16 10:43 PM

Like when he stands with the earth ~ you want him to
Sift his fingers through your hair like when he
Allows the dirt to run through his hand,

You wait for his tears to touch parched skin,
When he finds his axis in you, and
Centers you in soothe.
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Oh Karilea!!! You know how much I love these?! Yes you do...I know you do!
Wonderful...exquistie! And the picture is perfect!
Thanks for this keeper!
~Hugs, Nancy~

~Time has cast a spell on you,
So you won't ever forget me~

Marge Tindal

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4 posted 2002-01-16 10:56 PM

Karilea~
There is great beauty in this piece of peace~

'There is never a quiet so subtle,
Nor loss so extreme,
That one cannot hear something.

It wakes you when the
Wind dies down toward the grass
To come lay upon it like an exhausted lover.'

Stunning~
*Hugs*
~*Marge*~

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
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