sanctity of quiet
quiet is sanctity
of one --
an insouciance
caring free
nonchalance
as grape vines
burgeon fruit
a fly buzzes farmlands --
light shines
dappled between feathers
of birds in flight
not counting quills
to stay aloft --
avian brains
balanced as no others
know
but perhaps humans
who trod thin edges
of silent way
long and narrow
the path
pitfalls each on each side
best keep eyes forward
lest distraction
gathers you with
rest of the flotsam
that tried.
vcp
13 December 2010
Comments
Shirley,
Shirley,
Your sagacity is, as usual, is intact and in place.
Very good~!
I didn't think this one would get a word from anyone.
Love you,
Victor
sharp and deep
where are you?