Images Burst Through Silence
Late duskfall cracks the air tenderly,
wandering on a language of silence
as twilight caresses the breath
of fluid intuition… for when all else
is sprawled quiet, there comes this
certain ambient stream wading on
mouths of reflection, far beyond
the collage of any flushed landscape,
and watching inward becomes a vision…
that learning how to hear a pear or
pebble unravel the very skin from
which it was born is allowing time to
unfold its leaves beyond unknowing a
need to stay in the moment: and images
passing through calm eyes of any season
is poetry’s way of coming back to itself.
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*It is in deep silence
and mindful awareness
that the burst of imagination
flows freely.
Thomas Martin’s Ars Poetica
6/3/2015
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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