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| 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
Beautiful, Susan.
ReplyDeleteLuv, K
This is very cool!
ReplyDeleteThere 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.'
ReplyDeleteI 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'.
ReplyDeleteYes to protect in a cocconed togetherness has to be the best until we're ready to meet the sun..
ReplyDeletei 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
ReplyDeleteI like different kinds of light playing here...nice write
ReplyDeleteWho listens now to the still small voice of calm?
ReplyDeleteWhen we ant to be alone and be ourself, nicely done,
ReplyDeleteAwww..what a sweet poem. Yes, they do need their company to get boxed in ...smiles :)
ReplyDeletethe 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".
ReplyDeleteLovely...this speaks to me.
ReplyDeletevery elegant poem. a pleasure to read aloud because of the syllable count. and that is a very lovely stanza to end the poem. :)
ReplyDeleteripening, surely surely, life's best process, have a good Sunday
ReplyDeletemuch love...
emanates from
ReplyDeleteyour still small voice
Those whispers which may not be readily audible are ones that will have the most effects. Great thoughts Susan!
Hank
Sometimes hidden away with a good friend or two is the best way to find ourselves again. Great poem.
ReplyDeleteSusan, i love how you seem to describe a fruit but has a meaning underneath. genius!
ReplyDeleteThis is so reverent and so intensely personal.
ReplyDeleteNice writing, Susan! There's some comfort in your words.
ReplyDeleteReally beautiful--there is a sense of the small and the important here--gives me pause
ReplyDeleteWhat a soothing retreat...Ah!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful "Centering" introduction prayer.
ReplyDeleteZQ
The implied metaphor of the pears is perfect! They ripen so beautifully if treated with care.
ReplyDeleteLove this Susan!!
ReplyDeleteWowza. Great write, and the last two stanzas are perfection.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteInteresting. 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 !:)
ReplyDeleteThats really nice :)
ReplyDeletethe hold of the spirit and the still small voice both are very touching. very enjoyable and reflective!
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