In Silence

Message 847 of 1855

I will be a rounded pebble,
a piece of wood,
the wind.

Merely being, I will wait
until you reach for me
and roll me in your hand
and feel the smoothness of my stone,
until you trace my flank
of wood, knowing my grain,
until you feel a soft breeze
across your face and taste
my kiss in the wind.

I cannot unpaint nature
or veil the speckled madness of the stars.
Merely being, I will wait,
silence making me whole
until you reach for me.

© 2009 joanielind

posted by joanielind

Really beautiful, Joanie....

posted by lynaz
over 2 years ago

Yes, beautiful.

posted by angelsmom1020
over 2 years ago

Very beautiful, Enjoyed its gentle flow.

posted by SaltFlatt
over 2 years ago

There is so much anticipation in this, the mixing of all of the senses into a longing. I believe that is how it should be when we anticipate something that moves us inside.

splendid, it flows.

posted by Oisin
over 2 years ago

Joanie I can not find words no greater than those written from all above on how wonderful this write is, so I shall only say thank you and Bravo!!

posted by ArenaGina
over 2 years ago

I cannot unpaint nature
or veil the speckled madness of the stars.
Thank you

posted by Rewtoo
over 2 years ago

Tacent in any form is in of itself is most eloquent element. You pen elegance my friend. I am once again humbled by your ability, there is always with your works a certain élan and sophistication that cannot be denied, no more than the very essence of this work can be denied. I did find suspiration with this work many times over this one I shall revisit from time to time for it is a masterpiece my heartfelt thank you for this most splendid moment.

Lady E