07 November 2014

Re-Treat

The Favorite® Royal Riviera® Pears
from Harry and David

Pack me in straw
I would ripen
slowly, away
from the sun’s glare.

I do not want
to cast a long
shadow, hurt
while immature.

Pack me with two
or more, not in
a hermit’s house
without contact.

Silence or sound?
I leave that for
you to decide—
hold my spirit.

The light I want
assisted here 
emanates from
your still small voice.



Posted in Poets United Poetry Pantry #226



Copyright © 2014 S.L.Chast



29 comments:

  1. There is something to be said for being wrapped gently in straw....and also good not to be packed alone, as we all do need company. I think silence would be all right, but then again perhaps a soothing song....but not so loud that one would not be able to hear the 'still small voice.'

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  2. I like the idea of a retreat to pause and ponder, but not totally isolated from the rest of the world. Hopefully in such circumstances, the spirit can hear and listen to the 'still small voice'.

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  3. Yes to protect in a cocconed togetherness has to be the best until we're ready to meet the sun..

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  4. i love the idea of taking sth. like a time out to ripen... that would be a precious thing in our fast paced and instant society

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  5. I like different kinds of light playing here...nice write

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  6. Who listens now to the still small voice of calm?

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  7. When we ant to be alone and be ourself, nicely done,

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  8. Awww..what a sweet poem. Yes, they do need their company to get boxed in ...smiles :)

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  9. the question silence or sound? is very apt. retreat / reflection could mean silence or absence of sound. one of my favorite quotes is from haruki murakami "silence after all can be heard".

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  10. Lovely...this speaks to me.

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  11. very elegant poem. a pleasure to read aloud because of the syllable count. and that is a very lovely stanza to end the poem. :)

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  12. ripening, surely surely, life's best process, have a good Sunday

    much love...

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  13. emanates from
    your still small voice

    Those whispers which may not be readily audible are ones that will have the most effects. Great thoughts Susan!

    Hank

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  14. Sometimes hidden away with a good friend or two is the best way to find ourselves again. Great poem.

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  15. Susan, i love how you seem to describe a fruit but has a meaning underneath. genius!

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  16. This is so reverent and so intensely personal.

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  17. Nice writing, Susan! There's some comfort in your words.

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  18. Really beautiful--there is a sense of the small and the important here--gives me pause

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  19. What a soothing retreat...Ah!

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  20. A beautiful "Centering" introduction prayer.
    ZQ

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  21. The implied metaphor of the pears is perfect! They ripen so beautifully if treated with care.

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  22. Wowza. Great write, and the last two stanzas are perfection.

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  23. I like the desire to not "hurt while immature." And the reference to the still small voice of God is great. It is such a powerful, necessary thing to hear, especially in this busy, crazy world we live in.

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  24. Interesting. Some pears are left in the sunshine ripening on the vine and then drop plonk disintergrating into the earth.A few are wrapped in tissue paper and boxed so it makes for a different type of pear. There's no much one can do about it !:)

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  25. the hold of the spirit and the still small voice both are very touching. very enjoyable and reflective!

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