Grounded, I lay
listening softly
no whispers to escape
my lips, no breath
to meet the rest.


No wish to touch
another’s soul,
no ripples to send out
or back again to meet.


Grounded, I lay
and all around
sounded the rhythm
the meter and rhyme
of the everyday.


2 thoughts on “Din

  1. I love the work you are doing in these daily doses. Contemplative…This one has a whiff of Whitman. 🙂

    • Huge compliments from you!! And you really understand me – I had to take a break from work and the way I did that was to contemplate the sounds and moods surrounding me. Also, whiff of Whitman? You’re so wonderfully poetic 🙂

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