Sunday, August 28, 2011

silence




silence moves
backwards like the stepping into a dusty room
long abandoned
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

12 comments:

  1. nice...tender voice in this bk...a sunday kinda soul...no sermon or song, just sits and reflects...i like that kinda church...smiles.

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  2. Your words seem to have sifted through that window like sunlight.. very pensive and calm at the centre.

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  3. love the idea of silence moving backwards...unfolds a slow and peaceful atmosphere...and love the pic

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  4. I find many of my days filled with this kind of reflection lately. I just love that whole first stanza. Lovely images here :)

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  5. Love the tender, pensive nature to this piece... but then I tend to be a bit reflective about most things. Great piece.

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  6. such a quiet calm ~ peaceful ~ just beautiful ~ caught between a breath ~ Lib
    http://libithinafae.blogspot.com/

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  7. I really like this: "a sunday kind of soul self without sermon or song" ~safehousepoetry.wordpress.com

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  8. "a sunday kind of soul" so peaceful, calm...accepting. Like this! Thank you.

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  9. this is very meditative - the type of peace I wish I could maintain 24/7

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  10. This poem give me a feeling of relaxation and reverie. "Silence moving backward" is a beautiful concept, BKM.

    (visiting from dVerse)

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