Clarity
Boundaries
Knowing
Limits
No liminal space
No flux
No fluidity
No wondering
There is calm
In that moment
Of clarity
Before the noise
Of life
Washes over you
Hampering your senses
Tag: silence
Meandering Mind
My mind tumbles through the silence
The only noise
Wind
No cars
No planes
Even the birds are resting
Is everyone taken lunch time naps now?
Not even a lawn-mower
Which so viciously
Cut through the silence on Sunday
I had four coffees already
Yet tiredness becomes impossible to fight
Shall I sleep
Or do my one-a-day
Go out
Get moving
Keep moving
Keep living
Where did this come from
The living
Thing
Is movement life?
Is resting non-life?
Limbo
Life on hold?
What’s wrong with a nap anyway?
A car cuts through the silence after all
But wind swallowed the noise
And is taking over
The roof beams creak
Quietly though
As if aching with age
But trying to hide it
I should wash my face
And then let the wind
Blow away the cobwebs
Of my meandering mind
In my own words
If I could
I would
In my own words
If you could hear
I would tell
In my own words
If you could feel empathy
I would make the effort
In my own words
If you actually could feel
Anything but hate
My words would be worthwhile
In my own words
Silence is what you hear
In my own words
Silence is what you feel
In my own words
Silence is what you fear
My silent words are worthwhile
Mind your Mind
Mindful-ness
Mindless
Mind-Full
Mind-Empty
Nothing
Not even the birds
I hear my steps
My breath
And raindrops
Gently falling from saturated trees
Silver sheen
On bark and pine
Grey skies
Diamond droplets
My mind calms
I hold
Stand still
Listen
No more steps
Just the droplets
Still gentle
My mind calms
And raises from depths unknown
Pictures of inherited memory
I freeze
With pictures of wilder-beasts
Of teeth
Of claws
And threatening snarls
Archaic memories
Scenting
Listening
Watching
No smells but earth and rain
No sounds but droplets
No feeling of being watched
I continue my walk
But still sing
mo ghile mear
Empty Space
Fathers’ Day—25 Years On
The hubbub of empty rooms
The hullabaloo of music gone bye
That unbearable rage of silence
Your shadow walking across the courtyard
An ethereal body chopping wood
The echo of your smell when I hugged you
The intangible sensation of your love
I am grown up now
The resonance of conversations
Reverberate in an empty space of my heart
25 years on
The empty space is quieter now
The echoes shallower
The excruciating sound of silence
Muted by life going on
Sudden silence
I can only hear the silence now
That the roar of the storm subsided
Time stands still after the deafening rage
That made us tumble down the mountain
I breathe in wintery air and absorb shades of green and brown
That are shining silver with moisture
But then I become caught
In your eyes
Shades of blue
And the silence deepens
Poetry by Nathalie 