The Hush

The morning is brittle. It was like this when I awoke and saw a thin coating of ice glazing the ground. Beneath, there is a fragile silence. If I speak, something will shatter into pieces. Even my breath seems to set a tremble upon the still, one foot on its step will break it apart. Nothing else moves except for the vapors slowly rising up on the first rays of sunlight. I will wait in this sacred hush until what is here withdraws into itself and gently falls asleep. There will be a morning when I will know its name and it will greet me.

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Susan Lawrence

Date: 5/18/2023 6:02:00 AM

So mysteriously beautiful and haunting dear Paul . Beckoning visuals and detailed moments of time with anticipation. Loved it ! Susan :)

Paul Willason
Date: 5/18/2023 8:31:00 PM

Thankyou Susan for entering the space....pleased that you found the poem a worthwhile read and to receive your kind words. Always encouraging to get such feedback.....Paul

Arlo Parker

Date: 5/17/2023 3:01:00 PM

Quite an evocative piece. So well paced and ending in a place we all want to go.

Paul Willason
Date: 5/17/2023 8:22:00 PM

Many thanks Arlo for reading the poem and taking the time to comment. Pleased that it, in some way, spoke to you...appreciate yr kind words.

John Lawless

Date: 5/17/2023 10:07:00 AM

That opening line.....just magnificent...calling to the reader to tread lightly

Paul Willason
Date: 5/17/2023 8:18:00 PM

Ah! .noticed. Always taught that you need to grab attention in the first two lines. A challenge though. I think Auden was a master at this, poor mortal as I am can but try. As always, your comments are valued my friend.

Lin Lane

Date: 5/17/2023 8:05:00 AM

There is a certain sanctity to be found in silence. The hush of morning that we should not disturb with a sound of our own. It's best to honor those peaceful moments, searching for our own. Accolades to you, Paul.

Paul Willason
Date: 5/17/2023 8:11:00 PM

Feel the same Lin...important, at least for me, to cultivate that sense of reverence for the natural order and the mystery that dwells just beneath it. The noise of life often overwhelms us and we cannot hear that other voice. Thanks for yr comments Lin....appreciated.

Di11y Da11y

Date: 5/17/2023 5:04:00 AM

Many layers of many things within this poem Paul. To be interpreted in a multitude of ways for the reader. Beautiful imagery surrounding the sensation of 'not today', closing the eyes and tentative peek to see if the world resets if given a moment. For me being gentle til I'm of a suitable mind for distraction works then I have to have a word with myself to not track down the unsettled feeling of my own volition. I appreciate this is personal in interpretation though. Beautifully written.

Paul Willason
Date: 5/17/2023 8:05:00 PM

Glad you found something in this poem DD. Poems can be interpreted in many ways....the reader decides what to take away, ...this is a gift to the writer. Thanks for the support and time you give to my little creations