Whisper with me, deflate joy, let its steam exhale.
Take cover with me from babbling, tumbling
squall. Escape now with me to a solitary
inch of grassy earth. Lay here with me,
our breath smooth, civil, disobedient.
Ponder with me leaf shadow
pressing on black wall, swaying
in street light, silence
holding. Tame with me
whirlwind; slow it down
to a plod; shun, savor
in our time, if ever.
Poems from in between 
8 responses to “Quiet hour”
Ooooh! So easy to love this one! And infinitely smoother to read than my bank’s overdrawn account statement! *g*
Ron
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Thank you! Always happy to bring a bit of relief to the less pleasant parts of reality. 🙂
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I love how this winds down both visually and rhythmically. “Ponder with me leaf shadow.” Yes.
The life in this is irrepressible–even in the last stanza, there is still a whirlwind. Your’e making me think. 🙂
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Thanks. So glad you liked it! I was not sure.
I think I am feeling very harassed in my life right now — everything I write says ‘get me outa here!’ 🙂
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Poetry as spring-fever (or cabin-fever) remedy!
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Love the opening. Really, I love it all. Each line feels like quiet buildup to something more.
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Thank you so much!
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You’re welcome!
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