Silent touch upon my fingertips
in awe I barely breathe
captivated by the moment
how can I this place ever leave
Upon the plains I live
where golden waves rush by
but in my heart I cling
majestic eagle soaring high
To the mountain I’ll return
lay upon grassy bed
beneath the canopy of stars
dreams swirl about my head
With the dawn willingly rise
light greeting forth the day
not closing now my eyes
hands lifted, silent I pray
Shared with Poet’s United Midweek Motif – the theme this week is “Silence.”
How or where does silence beckon you?
penned in moon dust 
This is beautiful! Indeed solace can be found in solitude among nature and silence makes it golden ❤ Beautifully penned 🙂
Lots of love,
Sanaa
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Ow,beautifully written. my dear. 🙂
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This makes me think that silence is both a place within ourselves and the outside world – perhaps internal silence is not noiseless rather a place of acceptance and wisdom
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So true my deep thinking, always searching friend.
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silence in its beauty…
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Thanks dear Sumana – such beauty is a treasure
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Nature affords us such sweet serenity..lovely verse.
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Unless it is ablaze. I ache for the world I love in California and the life that is being choked from existence.
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__Days, are at times made “shallow” by a lack in human civility; a night’s time of deep reasoning. _m
days fade
in the depth of night
crickets
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indeed night and nature can give much needed perspective of what really matters
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There is no more wonderful silence than lying in a grassy bed beneath the stars. Reminds me of tent-camping days! And what a beautiful ending — raising one’s hands in prayer. Lovely writing, Leslie.
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Appreciate the perfect prompt
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Such beautiful images, the places where silence can be found.
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Thanks Sherry
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You are comfortable with silence, and it seems to feed your poetry. Guess I’m a city mouse! There is a lovely rhythm to your rhymes here, and you captured the theme of the day beautifully. amy
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the funny thing is I am that as well. I love the bustle of life and people and I love the quiet as the breeze caresses the trees.
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It reads quietly, soothingly–I loved it.
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A wonderful place to be, deep and merged with silence….
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Thanks beautiful friend
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a smile to you 🙂
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At home with nature brings peace…the silence a connection to the divine. Your poem evokes this.
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nature is where people seek so many things isnt it?
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LOVE the title, and nothing seems more beckoning than this: “beneath the canopy of stars
dreams will swirl about my head.”
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thanks – the stars always a great place to dream
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How calming nature is when it is unsullied by human intervention and is the best place to unwind.
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always and it never intrudes on our loud thoughts 🙂
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Yes sleeping in a place of silence is very refreshing.
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I like the contrast of the grounding as a mountain but flying as an eagle. It is not always easy to find that place of silence and peace by on your knees is the best place I know to start
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Your poem is itself a prayer. Beautiful!
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Your poem is so beautiful and the photograph seems to agree with your words. Bravo Leslie, you are blessed with so much talent. 🙂
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How delightful! I could see this set to music, it would make wonderful lyrics…
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ahh thanks
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That’s a powerful image of the raised hands in prayer in the closing…beautiful poem.
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