No song of color in the sky this morning No scales of pink and peach and orange No whole note of a full moon settingNot even empty music stavesJust a silent pause of grey Note: A Caesura in music is a brief, silent pause in which metrical time is not counted. Photo taken from my … More February Caesura
Rarely do we quell words that arise in the midst of pause, too often we graffiti such a silence with meaningless talk, blurt out words without clear intentions, scar potential harmony bybabbling back and forth,back and forth But sometimes we befriend the pause, allow quiet space to open, listen for common ground expressed in silence … More Chatter
Enjoy bare feet in dewy morning grass, look for hummingbirds and turtles on a log savor juicy melons and sweet strawberries watch late sunsets while lying in the hammock ~ until you pause and reflect ~ that soon bare feet will chill on morning floors maples will take on a fiery hue you’ll don a … More Autumn Equinox Puente
If I pause as I do this morning I can feel clouds behind my eyelids and the ache on my tail bone where I slipped last night shattering my wine glass on the carpet in the dining room “Good thing you drink white wine,” he said as he picked up the shards and scrubbed chardonnay … More Post Anniversary Pause
red squirrel pauses from nut hunt, sits on hind legs front paws held in prayer Photo courtesy of Pixabay.
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. Photo courtesy of Pixaby
Windows flung openbird song bathes the airwhen the whirr of the edger’s motortakes intermittent breaks Mind cast openaha notions bathe awarenesswhen the whirr of a cluttered mindtakes intermittent breaks The NaPoWriMo prompt for day twenty-nine is to write about windows. Photo courtesy of Pixabay.
I walk a few steps on the dirt path, turn slightly right at the pond. There she is. My mother-tree. Massive in her majesty. I bend my head upward to take in her sky-bound thick trunk. Her branches reach east and west. I have arrived at my mother-tree. I smile. Firmly press my hiking boots … More Mother-tree: A guest post by Janice Fialka
For the time being practice being time live the moment you find you’re in as thoroughly as possible You might be in a mundane Monday unclogging the kitchen sink that’s a good time to practice embracing unpleasant moments And if you feel you’re wasting time in a queue at the DMV notice the moment’s usefulness … More For the Time Being
Caribbean blue peeks through clouds heavy with snow wintry mix to come Zen haiku moment paused work to click a photo Joy notices Now Photo from personal collection of back yard morning sky
Wind Rush 