Charmaine Chircop Poet Light Verse

Between the Silence

 After the first rain, clear , pungent  and sweet

In the crisp morning air I walk down my street

I walk through aromas of ground coffee  beans 

I walk through the scent of  rising sour yeast ,

and oven-baked bread 's  fresh wafting  release.

I  stroll down the lane into blue  orchid fields

midst birdsongs ,old cedars ,and shrubbery trees

In solitude I sit , arms wrapped around my knees

Your lap not my companion,  just me and the breeze

The brisky breeze  blows softly  like  your warm  breath in my hair

Taking me  to moments , moments you were here.

Those undisturbed moments , when our hands lightly brushed

Where whispers became still to  our parting lips 'slight touch

Taking me to moments where in our thoughts We've known

The three words weren't uttered,but our hearts have been shown.. 

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Lee Carter July 6, 2015 at 1:10 AM I could smell the coffee and bread! : ) loved this!

Sandip Goswami July 5, 2015 at 12:48 AM Between the silence....Very nice title. In the rhythm of silence, I feel only you...Oh my God, you are great and your every creation is amazing....To read your poem, I have understood three words 'YOU' and 'GOD'...The Almighty bless you. Best wishes from my soul...

Eileen Manassian July 4, 2015 at 7:43 PM Beautiful and tantalizing to the senses, dear. That last line is sweet. Hugs

Emile Pinet July 3, 2015 at 5:42 PM Your words speak with the power of love suffering and your mind set flows onto the page and we can relate with you and where your words lead us. A somewhat surreal over the edge mixture of emotions that speak of love within the author's heart. Emile.

Kabuteng P.Ink K. July 3, 2015 at 9:05 AM It feels like I was taking that stroll, with how you wrote your lines, Charma-- isn't it amazing how subtle things, even the smallest ones, can seem to evoke so much memories? Another lovely poem of yours that I really enjoyed. Just an extra "t" for to in the 3rd to the last line. hug sweet Christina for me, replied to what you said in Debbie's blog, how time flies indeed! She's going to school already!

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser July 3, 2015 at 3:26 AM Charmaine, lovely imagery from start to end... actions speaks louder than words but I prefer with actions there's a firm declaration... Well-written.. I like the lines with the yeast and the orchids best! If given the chance, I would like to meet you also and PAul.. ~Olive ELoisa =)

Skat A July 3, 2015 at 1:55 AM wow... I'm speechless... when it comes to them 3 words... enjoyed. sk

Tim Smith July 2, 2015 at 8:12 PM I can smell all the beautiful rich aromas and see all the beautiful sights, I can feel your longing and your loving heart...simply lovely Charmaine....hugs Tim

Carrie Richards July 2, 2015 at 7:50 PM The sights, smells and the emotions, are as if I were your shadow ! Wonderful as always, Charmaine ! :) lovely !!

Paul Callus July 2, 2015 at 6:01 PM Often there is no need to say "I love you"; it is understood, felt within. This is another beautiful poem in which you tempt us with delightful imagery. A fav and top rating it merits. All the best. // paul

Kim Merryman July 2, 2015 at 5:59 PM A lovely poem, Charmaine! I like it. Love, Kim