Wednesday, July 8, 2015

The Stillness



The Boat
The MorgueFile



we find rest where we can
in slips and covers
with notices pending
our to-dos tightly knit
upon our foreheads.

we think of night, its blackness,
a movement upon a sea of thoughts;
dreams we loosen in the
slipstream of the moon,
never noticing
their path,
an ebb and flow through
until we find,
stillness.


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015
Posted for Poets United



32 comments:

  1. I thought that was lovely indeed.

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    1. Thank you so much for reading it and leaving such a nice comment!

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  2. So lovely, "dreams we loosen in the slipstream of the moon". Beautiful, Audrey!

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  3. dreams we loosen in the
    slipstream of the moon

    When we dream.. we often leave our troubles behind.. the moonlight streaming in through the window.. weaves a trail of stillness and calm. Beautifully penned :)

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  4. In night we definitely find our deserved rest...and in those dreams, such stillness. I enjoyed this, Audrey.

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  5. As someone who has sleepless periods, I welcome the peacefulness conveyed by your poem and can relate.

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    1. Oh I can relate to sleepless nights! Take care and thank you!

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  6. dreams we loosen in the slipstream of the moon.. loved this line!

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  7. I tried to choose a favorite line but I love the entire piece. Well done!

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    1. Hi Gail! Thank you for your kind words! Much appreciated!

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  8. In the dreams let us float.............................

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  9. Wow, Audrey, splendid! To be so tied into worry that sleep must sneak in like this! You have captured the tide! Poetry gains. Thank you.

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  10. Nice movement in this. Somedays the journey to that stillness takes more time to find. A restless mind - I get it far too often and it takes great intentionality to still it.

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  11. I love the dreamy way to come to the stillness at last....a beautiful read...

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  12. I love this poem, Audrey. Each line reveals a new facet of experience which seems so familiar, but beautifully poetic in your hands.

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  13. The only true rest is when our heads shut off from conscious thought - which is no mean feat..hopefully sleep comes and allows us to un-peel the to do lists from our heads..

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  14. Beautifully constructed and full of emotion, thought provoking poem.

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  15. Audrey,
    I recognised the manner of night sleep, when To-Dos are pinned onto an over tired mind..So glad to fall into the lap of night-time..

    Eileen

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  16. our to-dos tightly knit
    upon our foreheads...

    Oh I can relate to this line far too well!
    Great poem.

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  17. This is constructed so beautifully! I adore this.

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  18. I really like the feeling of the difficulties, finally merging with the night in sleep..

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  19. I too could travel in that boat! I love the feel of the "slipstream."

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  20. The is a great description of falling asleep.

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  21. Love the way that final word rests there in the last sentence, solitary and... still. :-)

    Greetings from London.

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  22. Beautiful writing. "dreams we loosen in the slipstream of the moon" - wonderfully evocative. A meditative, transcendent piece.

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