Language is painted with brush strokes of silence - paused punctuation between sentences, breath of white space between words coating of what is said that envelops what is not said Silence, hear it to know how to listen This poem was inspired by Hearing Silence in Tricycle.
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This is wonderful, LuAnne. I keep reading.
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Thanks, VJ.
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Welcome, LuAnne
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Lovely words and image. I agree about the pauses and silence. Too bad it is accomplished more in person. Doesn’t work too well on the phone and even zoom. I wish I could see people in person but I’m now into my 6th month of covid shot by Pfizer and it is wearing off. Shocking how little is left after 6 months with Pfizer. Where is my booster? Sending love, Janette
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Just what my heart needs to “hear” right now … thanks too for this link.
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Glad it resonated with you, Jazz.
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Love this poem. Thanks for the link. The art of being and listening is evolving and not for the better.
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Yes, I think you are right, Heather. I think that is why I was inspired by the short article reminding me to listen, embrace moments of silence. Thanks for stopping by and commenting.
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You’re welcome.
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Dear LuAnne: Thank you for your poem. Hugs, Yvette
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