Quietude
And I imagine underneath
What seems to be a placid sea,
Life churns the silted sands of time
Years and years
In the making
Marking
Grains of brokenness
Teeming now with signs of life
Cycles of the salty chains
Concentric circles
Connecting
Old and new, life
In the quiet, creatures spin
Watery webs of
Sea life, below a murky grey tinged
Surface, ceiling to their room
Dwelling there in the
Quiet
And I too
Live
Underneath a paradox of quiet
Swirling, churning, cycles of this
New growth
Birthing
Beginnings
Witness to ends and endings
Too
Too
Many to recount
In this space
This
Quiet
Preparing
I design my own
Land-locked home
And words leak out in advance
Of a watery avalanche
Story-telling prepares
To wash ashore
It will come
Perhaps
On the next high tide
Or the high tide after that
Perhaps
But waiting in the quietude
Life teems with
Pregnant thoughts
The words won’t wait forever
Quiet holds its breath
But for a season
Tides wait for no one
Won’t you come ride the swells
With me
Fueled by
Weeks of
Quietude
The dam prepares to burst
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Joining Jennifer Dukes Lee for #tellhisstory
elizabeth w. marshall 
I can’t reply on comments but I love this post especially And words leak out in advance Of a watery avalanche Story-telling prepares To wash ashore
I have felt the leak and then the avalanche. Isn’t that the way of an artist? Famine or feast
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This is just all kinds of beauty here! We are neighbors over at Jennifers’ place and I am so glad I stopped by!
Elizabeth, I hopped on over via the Twitter feed (in your thanks and all to LL Barkat) and saw your link to Jennifer’s ‘Tell His Story.’
I was just sitting outside talking to Jesus about the ‘no fruit’ feeling I’m having (not sure if you’re alluding to this here, but I’ll take a jump). He reminded me of the potato plants in my garden–the green leaves are exploding topside, with little white flowers on each stem, but all the growth is below the surface in the dark….waiting for the day.
I feel a bit like I’m quiet and in the dark, waiting.
This poem gave me the same feeling–but more beautiful-er. 🙂