Here is a poem from fellow NCWN-West poet, Kathleen A. Stilwell.
Streams of Silence
A river of words flows silently
Submerged in a cavern of questions
Resting like bone fragments
On the sand beneath the flow
How did I get older than the president?
A decade evaporated
Like sea foam in the valleys
Hanging in the air like memories.
No longer ripe with potential
Now only ripe with hope
For a long enough life
To be useful
Create memories
Preserve memories
Capture sunlight
Save the monarch
Feel the waves and particles.
Silent river, whispered phrases.
Scratching across the pages
Fragments and glimpses
Uprooted plans,
ambitions discarded
Aborted missions,
connections unplugged.
Now it seems I'm listening,
simply listening
For the song of the forest,
the chorus from the woods.
A river of words flows silently
Submerged in a cavern of questions
Resting like bone fragments
On the sand beneath the flow
How did I get older than the president?
A decade evaporated
Like sea foam in the valleys
Hanging in the air like memories.
No longer ripe with potential
Now only ripe with hope
For a long enough life
To be useful
Create memories
Preserve memories
Capture sunlight
Save the monarch
Feel the waves and particles.
Silent river, whispered phrases.
Scratching across the pages
Fragments and glimpses
Uprooted plans,
ambitions discarded
Aborted missions,
connections unplugged.
Now it seems I'm listening,
simply listening
For the song of the forest,
the chorus from the woods.
This is part of a recent project entitled Affair with a Forest--Streams of Silence in honor of trees. A Print copy is available here
Great work. William Everett is an outstanding poet.
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful poem. I love the imagery and lovely photo. Great job writing this poem.
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