In a city of thrum and hum
Always in motion
Always in commotion
Whose voice knows only to shout
Islands of quiet patience
Await their moment
To rejoin the miasma
Of humanity
Tag: quiet
Desert Highway
Desert highways
Strips of empty pavement
Crossing expanses of isolation
Lifeless seeming, lonesome
Strips of empty pavement
Crossing expanses of isolation
Lifeless seeming, lonesome
Stillness, quiet, patience
Reveal a vibrant pattern of life
Just as for the terrain they cross
Just as stillness, quiet, patience
Reveal the vibrant pattern of being
Within
Quiet ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #189
In the small hours of the night
Somewhere between the last “sweet dreams”
And the alarm clock’s insistent chatter
I like to go out into the city
Somewhere between the last “sweet dreams”
And the alarm clock’s insistent chatter
I like to go out into the city
These quiet hours
In the quiet streets
Shared by a few other strays
When being alone in my own skin
Offers a kind of camaraderie with other lone souls
Being alone in their own skin
Repose ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #94
A moment of repose
Beneath obscured half moon
In late twilight
Beneath obscured half moon
In late twilight
Between
The day behind
The day ahead
When time
Is all
My own
A quiet
Internal
Revel
In the beauty
Of it
All
Becalmed ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #91
Under an empty sky
But for the lonesome crescent
But for the lonesome crescent
And I
Becalmed
On the quiet sea
Furl my sails
Start the engine
Turn for home
To which I bring
This peaceful moment
Lotus Petals
Petals fallen
To dimpled pond
Where raindrops gather
On lotus pads
A thousand diamonds glittering
Under slate grey skies
To dimpled pond
Where raindrops gather
On lotus pads
A thousand diamonds glittering
Under slate grey skies
Rain quells nature’s sounds
No songbirds sing
No children shout
Ours are the only ears
To hear
The gentle white-noise patter
Of rainfall
Coming back to Earth
In the blink of an eye
I do not hear the refrigerator
In the quiet of my living room
Until its compressor turns off
In the quiet of my living room
Until its compressor turns off
I do not notice the darkness
In the blink of an eye
Until I turn my attention to it
I cannot know the depth of my being
Until I still the mental chatter
Distracting me from its presence
Shadow-play
Shadows play
On grey
Concrete
On grey
Concrete
Tree leaves sway
On subtle
Breeze
Quiet reigns
On mindful
Day
Bowen Island Ferry
To travel between worlds
I take a ferry
From the big smoke
To a small Island
Then back again
I take a ferry
From the big smoke
To a small Island
Then back again
Landing on an Island
Is always like
The quiet moment alone
In the living room
Just as the fridge turns off
I linger in places of power
I linger
In places of power
In places of power
Quell my ego
Quell my mind
They both fear
Whatever is greater than they
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