Emma Buckeridge Poet Pantoum

She Stops To Take Five Minutes

As she sighs along to the quiet,
she hears a pleasant whisper.
It is her own enchanted voice.
For she has some time to think.
She hears a pleasant whisper,
As she let's the wave of still surround her,
for she has some time to think.
And soaked in flooded moments,
as she let's the wave of still surround her,
it is her own enchanted voice.
And soaked in flooded moments,
as she sighs along to the quiet.

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Caryl Muzzey March 21, 2011 at 2:23 PM A very lovely and thought provoking piece. I enjoyed the read. Welcome to poetry soup. Caryl

The Fringe March 20, 2011 at 7:44 AM Very nice sentiment and realization that we are too distracted. I've heard it said that we are not our thoughts. Perhaps thoughts are just a distraction too--I don't know. But you say something important here. I hope to take 5 minutes myself to do the same thing :) Thanks for your thoughts on my post yesterday. I'm right now taking 5 minutes to stop crying. Your father's dog's spirit I chose to believe visits him regularily: I hope so. David Bissett