silence moves
backwards like the stepping into a dusty room
there - reflecting solitude, reflecting sits
a sunday kind of soul
self
without sermon or song, without thought or voice
between the hearts beat
allowing recollection
review itself in the gilding
of another day
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011
nice...tender voice in this bk...a sunday kinda soul...no sermon or song, just sits and reflects...i like that kinda church...smiles.
ReplyDeleteYour words seem to have sifted through that window like sunlight.. very pensive and calm at the centre.
ReplyDeletelove the idea of silence moving backwards...unfolds a slow and peaceful atmosphere...and love the pic
ReplyDeleteI find many of my days filled with this kind of reflection lately. I just love that whole first stanza. Lovely images here :)
ReplyDeleteLove the tender, pensive nature to this piece... but then I tend to be a bit reflective about most things. Great piece.
ReplyDeletesuch a quiet calm ~ peaceful ~ just beautiful ~ caught between a breath ~ Lib
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I really like this: "a sunday kind of soul self without sermon or song" ~safehousepoetry.wordpress.com
ReplyDeleteA soft peace this piece.
ReplyDelete"a sunday kind of soul" so peaceful, calm...accepting. Like this! Thank you.
ReplyDeletethis is very meditative - the type of peace I wish I could maintain 24/7
ReplyDeleteThis poem give me a feeling of relaxation and reverie. "Silence moving backward" is a beautiful concept, BKM.
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just wonderful
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