the art of sitting
still enough to hear hot blood
pulse through relaxed veins
heart open as wide as ears
there you hear the unspoken
…
some call it reading
between the lines in the space
where dark night meets day
and vast sky meets solid earth
in the gap you dwell astir
…
all difference lost
the utter peace of surcease
instead of your noise
listen to the world listen
complete in symbiosis
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Dear Vocal Judges/Fellow Poets …
Thanks for stopping by! This is a question I dearly hope has an easy answer … Having entered three Haiku challenges on Vocal recently, which stipulate a set syllable count on the entry requirements, it occurred to me that I—and probably other budding poets—might not all be on the same page when it comes to counting syllables.
By Harmony Kentabout a year ago in Poets
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"There you hear the unspoken" what a fantastic line. So very true. This was such a beautiful piece :)
This is beautiful, Harmony. It reminds me of sitting on the back porch and watching the sunset with the dear hubster. Quiet, romantic, just sitting there.
Wonderful poems, Harmony. Very inspired.
For me, silence is peace. Beautifully written, Harmony.
There is so much to hear if we would only silence ourselves to listen. Powerful poem, Harmony.
Profound, Harmony. To find the knowing silence.
Excellent, Harmony. When my noise stops, there is so much more to be heard. 😁
That's lovely and powerful, Harmony. Brava.
It brought me into Silence... Beautifully captured, Harmony.