Deep in the sun-searched growth the dragon-fly
Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky ~
So this wing’d hour is dropt to us from above.
SILENCE AT NOON
by
Jamie Dedes
The days are filled with noise and moods
but silence lies here at noon
like stillness between heartbeats
and the Ever speaks
through dragonflies breathing vineyards
and a million bees humming the same tune
Caravans of monks and nuns
leave messages in dead languages
and encrypted ritual
as they walk their pathways across bridges
known for their span and silver beauty
Like a revered teacher’s stupa
or a gothic Cathedral
those bridges spin toward heaven
stop short
and trip to the other side
Nothing changes
The same whispered stories
fill your rattling lungs with grief
The only truth is in the silence at noon
doing duty as shawl, shield, and salvation
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© 2012, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved
Photograph ~ Arcana Dea, Public Domain Pictures.net
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