Friday, August 11, 2017

a wee effort to fill up the gap ....

and if by now silent
i had become
it's not because the tongue's been tied or cut off
but it's because the Heart's engaged to listen
to Itself --
to its own murmurs
to its own whispers
to its own noise --
to sort from these inner verbiage
that which might be of use for all,
for brothers, sisters
mothers, fathers,
friends, enemies, lovers,
saints, sinners,
to find a song common
a tune familiar
a song to which the Heart can cling to
and never ever forget.

this Heart's still listening to Itself
still trying to find ... 

Sunday, August 06, 2017

Awestruck ...

the green of the fields and the blue of the sky kissed
at some point in the distance
as the car sped past the well-paved roads
60's music, old school, is whispered by the car radio to our ears,
it is majestic to see rural Canada,
so beautiful and serene;
we're Montreal bound
still 66 miles ahead
Steve is patient at the wheel
and his wife Angie is busy checking her iPhone's GPS
alertly navigating our route
my wife Margie is silent at the moment, asleep,
and i .....
I am at a loss for words at this moment of joy ...

unbelieving, awestruck, i willed myself not to use my phone's camera
i want my inner eye to remember and record the scenes we pass by ...

July 4-5, 2017  this was one of the scenes that imprinted in my mind  ..