Saturday, July 31, 2010

Tasting the Silence

She’s resting,

on the coast of the soothing river,

and the peaceful flow of water develops a current

so repeatable and endless.

The rough shore of broken, evergreen trees and shrubs

creates ripples through the water,

so calming and surreal.


The air

gives her rosy cheek a gentle draft,

along with a separation from the hot summer’s wind

with the cooling rush of the river.

The perfect breeze amongst the leaves

travels through the air

with comfort and ease.


The beauty

of a clear, blue sky glimmers,

so effortlessly, along the tides of river.

The midnight blue of the dragonfly contrasts,

flawlessly, the glossy sunflower.


The sound

of the blowing trees,

chirping birds,

steady waves are disrupted

by an unfamiliar disturbance.

And then, amidst all of this serenity

the loud beat of motorcycles

suffocates the silence.

1 comment:

  1. Still love the image of the dragonfly, and how those motorcycles blare through the ending of the poem.

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