Homework 11.1.15
Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 1:26 am
I'm cheating - seeing I only have 35 mins of 11.1.15 left to go, and no time to write a new poem.
I am posting this one -which I have posted back in 2011 - but gives my reflections on a time when lighting knocked out our power, phones, computer, etc.
A Step out of the Flow
© Irene Conner
09/04/2011
There’s a velvet shroud of darkness cloaked around us all tonight;
not a sound to break the silence, not an artificial light;
not a star to twinkle cheekily as clouds dim moonlights gold
and my thoughts drift back to how I may have lived in days of old.
For a lightning bolt, by nature’s aim, has killed the power line.
For one moment from my modern life of ease, I must resign.
There’s no light to glow its beacon at the flicking of a switch
and no gadgetry I feel I need - my living to enrich.
There’s a candle shares it’s ambience with shadows on my wall;
in the silence I am free to hear the night worlds subtle call.
And I hold the choice to savour this small step out of the flow
of a lifestyle that consumes me as I’m rushing to and fro.
No computer hums its constant call to dally just awhile;
to come have a chat, or read a joke that’s sent to make me smile.
And no television anchorman recites his tales of gloom;
there’s just silence, and the candle light that fills my living room.
There’s no kettle waiting patiently to boil when ‘ere I will,
and no microwave producing food for me to have my fill.
There’s no telephones shrill out their call as hands free sets lie dead,
and I take the time to hear again the thoughts inside my head.
There’s a sense of still contentment creeps in silence through the cells
of a body that’s forgotten how to stop and breathe the smells
in a world suppressed unwittingly beneath our frantic pace,
and the stillness works its magic as I welcome it’s embrace.
For I see myself on winters’ eve with fire burning bright
and a lantern set beside me as I settle down to write,
taking time, despite a long, hard day, to let my thoughts flow free
in a way, which in my current life, I never let them be.
And I wonder, as I sit and dream, what thoughts would fill my mind
as I sit within the silence and release the ties that bind.
Would I write with recollection of the daytime tasks complete,
or of hardships that I must endure in searing summer heat?
Would I tell of weary bodies that are drained of energy;
of the baby that we buried, and her wrenching eulogy;
of the days spent scrubbing, washing, or the heat of cooking fire,
or the miles of rugged roadways – is it this that would inspire?
Would I write of pristine beauty found in silent bushland glade,
or the dappled gleam of morning light that creeps between the shade?
Would I write about a future where I lived a life of ease
with the time to sit in silence, and enjoy life’s gentle breeze?
It’s this contemplative silence that inspires my jaded soul
shredding ties that bind me to a life I know I don’t control.
Lying hidden in the hassle of a modern life on hold,
it’s a gift that has me stepping back to let my life unfold.
It’s a gift that prompts me patiently to settle back and walk
And to let the silence fill me; hear my inner voices talk,
and, as light and sound return again the silent world to fill,
there’s a timeless sense of peacefulness I carry with me still.
I am posting this one -which I have posted back in 2011 - but gives my reflections on a time when lighting knocked out our power, phones, computer, etc.
A Step out of the Flow
© Irene Conner
09/04/2011
There’s a velvet shroud of darkness cloaked around us all tonight;
not a sound to break the silence, not an artificial light;
not a star to twinkle cheekily as clouds dim moonlights gold
and my thoughts drift back to how I may have lived in days of old.
For a lightning bolt, by nature’s aim, has killed the power line.
For one moment from my modern life of ease, I must resign.
There’s no light to glow its beacon at the flicking of a switch
and no gadgetry I feel I need - my living to enrich.
There’s a candle shares it’s ambience with shadows on my wall;
in the silence I am free to hear the night worlds subtle call.
And I hold the choice to savour this small step out of the flow
of a lifestyle that consumes me as I’m rushing to and fro.
No computer hums its constant call to dally just awhile;
to come have a chat, or read a joke that’s sent to make me smile.
And no television anchorman recites his tales of gloom;
there’s just silence, and the candle light that fills my living room.
There’s no kettle waiting patiently to boil when ‘ere I will,
and no microwave producing food for me to have my fill.
There’s no telephones shrill out their call as hands free sets lie dead,
and I take the time to hear again the thoughts inside my head.
There’s a sense of still contentment creeps in silence through the cells
of a body that’s forgotten how to stop and breathe the smells
in a world suppressed unwittingly beneath our frantic pace,
and the stillness works its magic as I welcome it’s embrace.
For I see myself on winters’ eve with fire burning bright
and a lantern set beside me as I settle down to write,
taking time, despite a long, hard day, to let my thoughts flow free
in a way, which in my current life, I never let them be.
And I wonder, as I sit and dream, what thoughts would fill my mind
as I sit within the silence and release the ties that bind.
Would I write with recollection of the daytime tasks complete,
or of hardships that I must endure in searing summer heat?
Would I tell of weary bodies that are drained of energy;
of the baby that we buried, and her wrenching eulogy;
of the days spent scrubbing, washing, or the heat of cooking fire,
or the miles of rugged roadways – is it this that would inspire?
Would I write of pristine beauty found in silent bushland glade,
or the dappled gleam of morning light that creeps between the shade?
Would I write about a future where I lived a life of ease
with the time to sit in silence, and enjoy life’s gentle breeze?
It’s this contemplative silence that inspires my jaded soul
shredding ties that bind me to a life I know I don’t control.
Lying hidden in the hassle of a modern life on hold,
it’s a gift that has me stepping back to let my life unfold.
It’s a gift that prompts me patiently to settle back and walk
And to let the silence fill me; hear my inner voices talk,
and, as light and sound return again the silent world to fill,
there’s a timeless sense of peacefulness I carry with me still.
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