The Space Between Conversations
I’m learning to find solace
in silence,
how to press my ear to the chest
of late Spring,
to listen for the heartbeat of afternoon
that spells its way out
in bike tires against blacktop
or the echo of footsteps upstairs,
how to find traces of life
in the moments it seems most faint.
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Those last two lines really say it all. It’s so important to learn how to do this for serenity it can bring to a troubled mind or heart. Thank you for this.
Very pretty. Truly love the way you are painting the picture of finding the meaning of it all
Love the personification and the listening in this poem
I enjoy the sound of “solace
in silence,” and the image of “how to press my ear to the chest/of late Spring,”
This is beautiful – memorable images. Thanks for sharing.
Nice life lessons here! Well crafted.
Beautifully crafted!
Love:
how to press my ear to the chest
of late Spring,
to listen for the heartbeat of afternoon
that spells its way out