Early light
flares in the fog.
The wide river
keeps gliding by.
Patient. Persistent.
Waiting for words
to emerge from
the quiet current,
I reflect
upon the silence.
Wait. Listen.
Like the veil of vapor
suspended above
the bed of moving water,
I gather
thin thoughts.
Temporary. Transitory.
The Spirit has spoken.
The words evaporate.
Only silence remains.
© 2013 Richard Havenga
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Love the serenity of this photograph, and the tranquility of the words.
ReplyDeleteSantiago:
DeleteThank you, my friend, for your kind appraisal. This is precisely the response I wanted to evoke in this poem.
Gratefully,
Richard
I can only add "Amen."
ReplyDeletePowerful. Reflective.
ReplyDeleteJodi:
DeleteThank you for reflecting on my poem.
I hope to hear from you frequently.
Please pass WWFN around.
Richard
Marcia:
ReplyDeleteThank you for your addition. A perfect ending.
Rich