listening

A BOOK I HADN'T READ

 

A woman I did not know and had never met before

stopped in the other day when no one else was in the store

 

She brought a book into the bookstore…that’s a little odd I thought

then she asked if I had read the book…I said that I had not.

 

She looked into my eyes, smiled and nodded her head.

then proceeded to ask me questions about the book I hadn’t read.

 

It really didn’t matter that I could not answer her whos or whats or whys

because once she asked the questions she didn’t wait for my replies.

 

She kept the conversation going without me about the book I hadn’t read

While I listened, smiled and every now and then politely nodded my head.

 

But in the midst of her barrage of words…as I listened to her speak 

I heard amidst her chattering…that her sister died last week.

 

I almost missed them when they first floated by…

so I waited a moment 

and then

as I listened more intently…

they floated by again.

 

She said she hadn’t been out much since her sister died and decided to take a walk

I imagine she was sad…and lonely…and just stopped in to talk.

 

So I kept right on listening and nodding and on my face I kept a smile

as she kept our one-sided conversation going for a while.

 

She thanked me as she left the store…you’re welcome was all I could say

wishing I could have done a little more to help push her sadness away.

 

And even though she did all the talking

and not one word had I said

It was the best conversation I’ve ever had

 

about a book I hadn’t read.


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Caterpillar

What is the purpose of beauty without creatures to charm?

How can the moon awake passions without the black sky of the night?

Where would swallows be going without a winter making them fly?

Why are you afraid of the darkness if you experienced the light?

 

We are born in pain, because it is pain what proves us alive.

We must master the fall before we learn how to walk.

We can only accomplish success if we experienced the fail.

You are worried, I see, use this friend’s ear, let’s talk.

 

I hope you believe me, my friend, your worries will pass.

You will endure the pain, you will soon understand.

It can’t be always the same, it can’t be back as it was.

But your night will be over, making place to a brighter dawn.

 

The phoenix has risen from ashes infinite times.

The flood of punishment passed for resurgence of life.

Our ancestors strove struggles to bequeath us  some peace.

You can make the future brighter. Stand up! Do not abdicate!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Transformations can be painful, pain makes us grow, growth has a purpose. If you ever asked yourself: Why is this happening to me? Hopefully you'll get some relief understanding the metamorphosis of the caterpillars. I used a metaphoric title to describe in one word what all of us go through at some point of our lives.

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Poetic Emotion

Emotions are louder than words,
but are harder to hear,

because we dont listen with our ears,

but with our hearts.

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Good at hearing, but bad at listening?

Good at talking, but dont know why?

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Total Listening Silence

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Silence

 

 

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TOTAL LISTENING SILENCE
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Someone who listens totally

knows that even a simple

clarification question

can disturb the

reflection

as water waves fragment

the sun’s image on a mirroring lake

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-saiom shriver-

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A Breeze of Memory

A graveyard of dead trees

Fallen leaves of vast red and orange seas

Squirrels scurry before winter strikes

As children play while others pass on bikes

 

harmony of the trees an the wind come together and sing

As a bird chirps then stops to clean it's wing

Children shrieking and screaming as they play

Angry armies of cars roar past, then fly away

 

Memories start of when I was a kid

Only broken away by time an what it did

Sitting still only in question

Of who I am and to what is my impression

 

I laughed . . . I played here

I was happy unknown of fear

But then reality again breaks memory's connection

Only to be lost again, still unknown of my reflection

 
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Author's Notes/Comments: 

annnd, here you have yet another class assignment that I did way back.

 

The Edge of Fear

THE EDGE OF FEAR by richard wing

THE EDGE OF FEAR
The world so different out here,
Living on the edge of fear,
With every sound the wind sings:
But when the sound disappears.
It reawakes my fears.
My breath I hold.
It becomes so cold.
So don’t look back.
It will give you a heart attack.
Or maybe a stab in your back.
Don’t listen for foot step,
Apart from your own.
The fear will hold you.
not even time to blink,
Do not think or you hart will sink.
Don’t listen for a sound that’s not their. Just be aware

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Lift The Veil

To the other side of the veil is the reprieve,

To be seen only through a multifaceted sheen

Whose wisdom can only be perceived

By he who understands it's worth

Within the populous' array of dreams.

 

To walk alone in silent wonder, seeking,

Meek, in humble consent, harkening with clarity,

Not to awaken a misgiving or a calamity,

The veil once lifted, intrepidation and waiting cease,

The joiner exposed, understanding it's crosspiece.

 

 

 

 

6:07 PM 4/27/2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The art of understanding, listening, patience, and ultimately, wisdom.

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Lost Voice

At least everyone must experience
a muted person,
to be left listening, not talking
and incessantly interrupting
the orchestra of Life's happenings.

-Ryan K. Fuller

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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Robins (Haiku)

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Haikus

Listening to them
chirp after three days of rain
soothing to the soul.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones
May.11/2012

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