Yet Silence

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Whimsy rests

And similar these late-night hours
the silence out there now
with solar-captured radiance
lighting there the bough
My window looks down to this scene
as to slumber most resign
yet for a moment whimsy rests
upon this view sublime

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The quietning time

These early mornings
I’ll attest
are good for me
the very best
The gentle rain
just after dawn
with still the air
of new day born
And solitude
where here about
a whisper sounds
just like a shout
I relish this
the quietning time
as it is almost
wholly mine

THE COMFORT OF QUIET

By Charles Robert Lindholm

There Is An Inner Joy
And A Keen Realization
That Comes From Gazing
At A Midnight Sky
Filled With Countless Stars

Five in the morning

Five in the morning
September, still dark
and as usual midweek
I’m up with the lark
The world is still silent
the night not yet done
though a tinge in the East
shows the morning has come

Evening of the day

Tonight I found a sunset
as the river trickled slow
and the deeper blue of night arrived
above the golden glow

It was peaceful there and quiet
not another soul around
so I revelled in the moment
of that special place I’d found

THE COMFORT OF QUIET

By Charles Robert Lindholm

There Is An Inner Joy
And A Keen Realization
That Comes From Gazing
At A Midnight Sky
Filled With Countless Stars

Ocean Blue – Yellow sunlight too!

 

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Rainbow colors I see.

Rainbow colors embrace me.

 

Quiet Times

These quiet times
in morning light
when there is no one
else in sight
Just birdsong from
the hedge and tree
and peace and quiet
and only me

Hidden

There are times when we seem too obvious
Feelings and desires seem out of place
Then there are the times we stay quiet
Almost feeling that we should hide our face.

In Time

Stones, rolled down her eyes
And the meadows, found a sky
Rain clasped wanderlust leaves
Rolled up a breeze in her moment

The small hours

Five a.m. It’s very quiet
not a sound here to be heard
Just the ticking of the mantle clock
and an early morning bird

The nineteenth floor

There’s a word I feel from way up here
One born of peace and more
‘Serenity’s’ more apt I think
up on the nineteenth floor

No Voice Left

 

Forrest reminded us that life is like a box of chocolates
Who knows what we will get as we go though challenges
There are times we see planets align we feel so blessed
Then we turn around, almost knocked down by changes.

Dappled

Last night the moon shone bright within
a sea of dappled grey
As speckled night clouds gathered
at the end of a hot day

Stillness

What is it in the morning calls for stillness?
The tall trees stand composed and at attention.

Tranquility Rests

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Tranquility Rests, Gently Sighing,

Waiting for the Heart to cease its crying,

Wailing always Woe is Me,

Breathe

Breathe

Slow

Be

Know

The satisfaction of a quiet morning

And in these quiet moments
at the beginning of the day
the peace each brand new morning brings
before the frack and fray
I breathe, I smile, I lift my head
and look up to the sky
safe in this brief contentment
which will always satisfy

Tranquility here

The spider had babies
so I re-potted those
Then sat in the sunshine
for some thoughtful repose

Mute

This Joy Stands Testament to what my Heart Feels,

To the Simple Truth that makes my Senses Reel,

Tumbling Over in the Stirring Calm,

The Cabin

Smoke lifting gently from the chimney
Curtains visible through the windows
Dusted, arranged and silently waiting
Memories abound, yet no one shows.

Fog

There are times I am in such a fog
Walls up, not to see or to be seen
It can be cold in this misty light
Depressed, optimistic, I’m in between.

Nonet: Peace

curled at one corner on a tree top

away from the concrete jungles

I remove my worldly skin

empty my mind from thoughts

Two Quiet Ladies

Poetry Challenge: Oxymoron

Two quiet ladies

Working out inside

Went straight for the rounds

Shared selfish motives