English Haiku For You – #10

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Evanescent light
Quiet in the midnight air
Breathing gone for now

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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane

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Silence

Life grew from silence,
Movement came from peace,
Worlds developed slowly,
Growing piece by piece.

So, why do we now rush around,
Filling spaces, making sound,
Competing to fill places which,
Replete with song of life, resound?

Is silence a forbidden thing?
To be taken secretly, on the wing?
Or can we find ourselves a space,
Listen to our soul’s quiet ring?

Where lies the fear of this terrible deed?
Why don’t we listen to our inner need?
It seems we can’t accept the peace,
Offered with alacrity and speed!

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© Robin McShane – November 14 2014

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My Soul’s Journey

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I flew up high and far and fast,
Played with goddesses and gods,

Swinging, looping, free and fair,
Breathing in celestial air.

I swooped down low to touch the earth
And feel the growth that man pretends,

But as I passed my trail was snagged
With ragged thoughts all wrapped and bagged.

Once ensnared and sinking fast
My speed and growth could not pull past,

And so I sank where few would tread,
Listening to the living dead.

Deep within my very heart,
I cried the cry of souls who lost,

From far above, they came for me,
With thoughts and wings to set me free,

Yet still I gripped my new found dread,
Hanging on tight to what was dead,

Their thoughts and wings could hold no more,
So down I plunged, soul charred and sore.

I breathed in the mighty roar
Of souls with suffering at their core,

I wondered on in depths unseen,
Felt the cry that torment brings.

Smaller still, my soul grew quiet,
Waiting for its time to riot,

When, in due course, it took me back,
And silence reigned where once I was.

© Copyright Robin McShane – January 2001
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Music – NaPoWriMo Day 14

Exploding over me,
Pounding through my body,
Cell upon cell reacting,
Responding, vibrating, falling,
Only to rise with the next wave,
All emotions rapidly firing,
A limbic weapon on automatic,
Brain feeling overwhelmed,
Rocking with the pace and the rhythm,
I removed my fingers from the keys,
My feet from the pedals.

The silence was extreme, profound,
And peace reigned where there had been only sound.
Beethoven would have been proud!
I slumped then stood and bowed to the crowd,
The cat stretched and meowed,
The dog lifted her head, ears flopping,
I walked away, off to do shopping.