Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Breaking Silence



I pitter-patter forward
In the shallow water
Making sploshes and splashes
As I write my story.
To see where I came from,
Read the ripples behind me.
To see where I'm going,
Follow where my feet take me
Into still water up ahead.
The motionless surface is my paper.
The cascading wave is my pen.
Its unquiet, my voice.
I break the calm water
In front of me as I embrace
The soft coolness between my toes.
I have stories to tell.








6 comments:

  1. This is so gloriously beautiful! Thank you for this quiet beauty, Sandra. :-)

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    1. Thank you so much, Kim! I've always really liked the texture of water in this pic I took of DD this past summer. Lately, my writing has been prompted by old photos, which can be very helpful sometimes when I cannot think of anything to write. Sometimes they just take me places where I normally would not go. I'm so glad you stopped by!

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  2. Another great poem! I love the imagery of your metaphor.

    I hope you continue to post your poetry often, even after you've completed NaBlo!

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    1. I really appreciate you following my #NaBloPoMo attempt, Rachael! This is really pushing me to write some things I normally would not have time to, so all in all, I've been really happy to participate. I shall try to keep up with the poetry; thank you so much for rooting me on! :)

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  3. You have stories tell, and I can't wait to read them!

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    1. Thanks, Susi! I'll make sure my fingers write away!

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