Laura Breidenthal Poet Free verse

In Between the Rests and Silences

Rest, stirring heart,
Narrow-minded in your fears, courage close awaits
Though bold your words be, 
Your lack of action gives you away and despairs you
I am amused by your imaginings, 
For simple these worries be,
And strange is your heightened sorrows,
A sadness fit for the about-to-die children,
Begging the snares to let them go...
And yet you have that sorrow...and lovely and safe you be...

Rest your head not on man's shoulder
Instead, lay upon the golden cushions of My word-
Where rains of treasures and fruits gently fall,
Laced with peace-garnished with happiness...

Your brothers share deeply in your concerns,
Alone you never are,
For look! -out upon the beads of leaves,
How they rustle playfully and sway with the breeze
My breath gives them life-
How much than shall I give  thee? 

This I tell you, daughter,
Each lonely soul shall find true love,
In between the rests and silences,
On the very off-beat... on the tip of quietude,
True music tremulously trills,
Flattening all mountains and hills,
Kissing their lowered heads and wiping their glacier tears-
Long-patiented love insatiated

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Stephen Kilmer November 4, 2014 at 9:50 PM Written with skill and the knowledge that the rests are part of life as they are part of music. silence can say more than a 1000 words. This poem is almost perfect. Just like you and your work. ~Kilmer

Justin Bordner October 18, 2014 at 6:49 PM I'm mesmerized by your use of landscape analogies Laura, you have such an instinctive and smooth way of bringing Nature into focus upon our psychology, its genius. Such as with your recent masterpiece of the jaguars, we are inclined to anthropomorphism when often it is more accurate, viable, to give animal attributes to human predilections/behavior rather than vice versa. You do the latter masterfully, you are a beautiful observer, and woman. Love is lurking on "the tip of quietude", GREAT! JAB.

Anne-Lise Andresen October 12, 2014 at 7:57 AM - Dear Laura, this is a very lovely poem !!! - Thank you ! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)

Eileen Manassian October 12, 2014 at 12:12 AM Lovely write, Laura. I sense in it a genuine concern and care. At times love offered cannot be accepted or reciprocated...that also is painful. The truth is that love brings with it exquisite joy and pain. Your poem is beautiful...