AUTUMN’S QUIET ARRIVAL
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The days have cooled in autumn’s pleasant breeze. I bathe in the kind of weather that inspires long walks and poetry. Yet in this transition from late summertime into the fall, the autumnal blooms press on as if the sun were at its fullest. I savor this moment, this beauty in the season that walks calmly into the arms of winter.
autumn doth arrive
promising new life amidst
the drama of death
A single pill rests on the counter--
quiet, small, almost polite.
I told myself it would stay that way.
But days grew thinner,
hours frayed at the edges
and the quiet promise began to hiss.
Friends laughed. I nodded.
My reflection wavered in the glass,
someone familiar yet gone.
The pull was slow - like water eroding stone,
soft at first, then urgent, unstoppable.
I chased the calm it offered,
unmindful of the shadows it left behind,
the nights pulsing with my heartbeat,
the mornings hollowed and quiet.
One day, I reached for air instead...
for the sharp taste of morning,
for voices that held me without judgment,
for a hand that said;
“You are not this. You are still you.”
Healing does not arrive in a flare.
It creeps softly, day by day
teaching the heart to see once more,
to taste the colors that were dimmed,
to carry the weight of the world
without letting it break the soul.
Mind's minute mirage may muffle,
But biding by blinding brings burns.
Severely she'll sunder, so scuffle,
'Til tomorrow, tomorrow turns.
sunshine on warm september mornings
autumn eases in quiet and on tiptoes
love in many splendoured colours
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
Spending time each day in Word and prayer,
Is like walking with a close Friend, serene and near.
When He was here, He taught us how to pray
To seek a quiet place, as He draws us near.
He calls us: “Come with Me, find your quiet place,”
From darkness into light, He leads our way.
As we meet Him daily, our tensions cease,
Our stubborn wills in Christ begin to decrease.
No stress remains - just peace instead,
The strength of His presence calms our soul.
In this solitude, deep secrets He shares,
Revealing how His Hand shapes every second.
He formed our clocks, this world’s and ours entwined,
In heaven and earth, His Will aligned.
Shh...
close your eyes to find your peace
listen to the wind and its mystic secrets
The universe the clouds the sun the moon
have their own cosmic language
and who better to translate than the wind
Shh...
close your eyes and stand very still
give it time to harmonize mind heart and soul
quiet
prevails
except
for snores
shaking.
his brakes
do jake
pitter
patter
of dog's
small paws
quiet,
asleep
again
A.C.
silent
because
night's cool.
amazing
to be
alone
presence
pleasance
lifts my
spirit.
fridge runs.
snores go
up, down
A QUIET POND
Quiet living pond,
Teaming with its watered lives,
Sits in wet silence:
Ducks and the lily pad frogs,
In stilled pond contemplation:-
the rich aroma of chai
enjoying a quiet rainy sunday autumn morning
~ serenity captured in a mug
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Clandestine rendezvous beneath the moon.
Sweet kisses gently swayed by undercover serenades.
Hush the covert fling’s asleep.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
I shift my focus inward
I hum gently till the vibrations resonate
~ chanting clears my mind's cobwebs
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Clandestine rendezvous beneath the moon.
Sweet kisses gentle swayed by undercover serenades.
Hush the covert fling’s asleep.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
Written: August 23, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand
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Saffron swirled silence
The quiet between us settles into light,
a hush that weighs more than any word ever spoken
Your breath leans closer as if to speak my name.
Yet nothing breaks the air, no sound is heard.
A shaking pause:
time loosens its embrace,
the fading light leans in,
holding our hearts in place,
I feel a promise hover on my lips,
a secret tide that sways then slowly slips.
No language superior to this quiet vow,
no music sweeter than the moment now.
The silence bends then deepens into bliss.
The world reawakened within one tender kiss.
And in that silence even stars confess
love grows deepest, when it speaks no excess
There is fog in the city
The lightning in this bar seems dull
Cars passing by
People walking
People talking
I am on my own
Drinking coffee
Smoking cigarettes
Reading poetry
Pieces of thoughts randomly shot in the abyss
It is raining
It is quiet here
In this corner of the world.
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