Tag: Stillness

Without The Music

~ Elizabeth W. Marshall ~ 2 Comments

Without The Music

Without music
Quiet has no notes to wake her up
From muffled morning’s sleepy headed slumber.
So, instead
She hangs her winsome head,
languishing in her lonely bed.
Hoping that a harp will play, or
maybe a cello will save the day.
Praying a piano quite possibly might
saunter  in,
Or trumpets wake the dead
Say arise, awake
With blasts of wind
instruments, drums and snare,
Replacing thick and quiet air
Violins or soothing flute
The horns will shout forth
an exclamation point.

Breaking the blistering silence of her mind
Hoping a happy stanza
peppered with piccolo will fill the air
But instead the quiet
Lingers, hanging void
The music hidden, lost,
Is nowhere.

Life without a song

Sounds like life
Without a pulse
dull
and fallen
Silence fills the air.
Only black and white
All color gone, no song.
The music must play on.
The strings shall sing, the harmony restore
The runs, the rifts, the ivories,
The keys will sing from lips of fingertips
The music.
Melody and symphony, sharps and flats
Notes from low to high, cascading making merry in the dark
Mirroring or changing the mood within the room
Transforming quiet, into music,
Liquid poetry.

Give me a blessed song that wakes my spirit up.

Turns the sad and lonely mood around
Plays hymns of praise
My anthem raise
No longer will I live my days,
Alone in silence lingering long
Without the sounds of  dancing
On clouds of spirit-thought.
Without
The music
Playing in the chambers,
The rooms of my heart.

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Cleaning My Brush

~ Elizabeth W. Marshall ~ 1 Comment

Curled tucked
Fetal position
Rolled
Warm
Like a hot cross bun
Baking in the white down
Oven of my bed
Rest warms me
As I clean my brush, swipe the bristles
To remove the residue
Folded into a two am pose
Snug as a bug in a rug
Soul rest cleans
The brush
So I can wake anew
Mercy
Full
Of grace
To create
White canvas waits
And the uncurling of knees to chest
Legs at rest
Pretzel twists of arms and legs
Springs from the layered nest
Re-creation begins anew.

 

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Simply Be

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Looking out into a sea of earthen brown, she saw a single winsome yellow leaf. And yellow seemed to be the color of still. Shining light where hope had faded, lost in the shedding of the trees. And now she understands,  the power of yellow. Now that she has stilled her heart,  and wandered into the noticing. The leaf,  it floated to the earth like a magic carpet bearing gifts.  Gifts for those who long for stillness from the ache of busy. “Be still with me” the leaf cried out “and join me while I rest, stay with me and together we’ll celebrate the yellow happy stillness. ”

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Today is Day 24, ready, set, go notice

dedicated to Nancy O. Franson, new lover of noticing and poetry. Old lover of yellow.