#398 (covered in calm)

My silence

grows loudest

when noise prevails.

In my head I knitted

an oasis for the


A lush copse and its

echoes of solitude

respiring once

the pressure

had waned as fast

as a handful

of blueberries

picked in high


No thing could

have touched

the repose revolving

around plucking

each plump purple

gem, my tongue

catching berries

in mid-flight

like the night frog

catching moths and

unlucky spiders.

Their calls made

for cooling waves when

my eardrums were

covered in calm.


© Matthias Geh, 13th July 2018



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