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Thursday, October 6, 2016

I seek the silence....


I seek the silence…

I seek the silence of a secluded lake,
Of a moment in time
When the past is suspended,
Of a mountain valley,
Mists sweeping by,
Where travelers rest and look,
Do nothing more,
Of a sanctuary
Bounded by orotund hills—a body asleep,
Caressed by moist winds,
A world in repose breathing deeply,
A place where solitude refreshes,
The likeness of eons uncountable ago:
The seventh day.

Originally published in Thought Notebook: Anatomy of Illumination (Issue 5), page 71



Asleep on My Shoulder (2007) by Nicola Beattie

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  2. Short version of this poem:

    I seek the silence...

    I seek the silence of a secluded lake,
    Of a moment in time
    When the past is suspended,
    Of a mountain valley
    Where travelers rest and look,
    Do nothing more,
    And solitude refreshes—
    The likeness of eons uncountable ago:
    The seventh day.

    Gonzalinho

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