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Let's retreat, not retire,
you said.
We're not armies, I
replied,
and you laughed. Army won’t pull back,
Ain’t got no sense! Do we?
Hmm.
Let me ask the guardian angels
what difference a root makes:
a word, a mere sound on ear
drums exciting the next move.
We're tired but dress and treat
ourselves to country side roads
to hear and write the musics
that beat among our hearts.
In this new tranquil space, we
smell the blossoms and then
stamp ripe fruits to pour into
these eagerly waiting pages.
Copyright © 2015 S.L.Chast
we have to create these'tranquil spaces' from our hearts fill them with soft comforting words,calm silences' melodies that soothe the soul' and lead to tranquility...beautiful lines Dr Susan
ReplyDeleteAwesome Susan, the persona and companion clearly define their adventure, discovery and intention, And end in a happy place. A happily ended tryst
ReplyDeleteThanks for your encouraging comment after reading mine
much love...
Gillena, I have not abandoned you. I read your wonderful creations but my comments are returned as deliverable. Thought I would give it a shot here.
DeleteI love the idea of tranquil space! Very meditative piece!
ReplyDeleteAhhhhhh. That was a much better curative than what I have been taking.
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely beautiful... such wonderful lines.. especially "stamp ripe fruits to pour into
ReplyDeletethese eagerly waiting pages." Lovely :D :D
Another well-penned tranquility poem. Some lovely images.
ReplyDeleteI also like your image of tranquil space.
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