Musings From The Edge: Quietness
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There are times we all would like to disappear into a land of beauty and silence. One of my journeys.
Quietness
Everyone needs it if only once in a great while
When overwhelmed with life and hard to find a smile
In the middle of a grassy field is my favorite place
The sound of quietness drowns out the rat raceSitting back watching billowing clouds roll by
Where have they been drifting through the sky
First they are masses white pillows lying there
Then see the lion, a large dog and a polar bearGreen grass nestles my head and tickles my ear
When I lie back and listen to hear
Only the wonders of nature moving ‘round
And rustling sounds from the leaves on the groundThe warmth of the sun my eyes gently close
How long I am there I really don’t know
Gentle breezes softly play with my hair
A beautiful woods nymph beside me thereLost in amazement the lack of pressures
Left behind with all of the stressors
Stretching out arms and legs far as they will go
Lying there I can make an angel with no snowMy feeling here is safe from the world outside
Woodlands all around a perfect place to hide
Do I need what I left to discover what I have here
The noise, the confusion, the constant sounds in my earsEven as the twilight comes it is with pleasant release
Accepting that all that pursues me in my head will cease
Ee’r as the night falls na’ar reason from here to leave
To return to that place whose nature it is to deceiveThe darkness continued silence but for forest sounds of night
Singing a melody of melancholy as fireflies flash their lights
Dew dampens my clothes as I am spread across the ground
Should I wait long enough will it hide me from being foundWould that other world miss me would it just go on its way
Would it pass over me and allow me to stay
What will it be like to be a part of this quiet land
No one to call on me pressure me to tell me where to standHow long would it take I wonder to become a part of this dirt
Who else would it matter who else would it hurt
Sounds of footsteps coming close suddenly intrudes
With sorrow and gladness a little voice makes me move
“Daddy, Daddy, where are you?”
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Bill,
as with the others, it takes me back to quieter times, times spent relaxing deep in thought, and when I’m brought back to reality it was to the wonder of raising my children – not a shock but a pleasure. Unlike being jarred back into reality now by the shrill ring of a cellphone!
Thank you man
Oso, I am glad you liked it man. That’s what I had in mind.
This is a perfect description of a memory that I have as a teen. It was a perfect day, clear skies with the occasional cotton ball shaped cloud, temperature was right, and I had found a big green patch of clover while fishing. I just laid down and stayed there for a couple of hours watching the sky and clouds.
My dog did the same about 3 feet away. Time stood still or it flew by…who knows. One of the few times that I felt almost without a physical body…complete calm. Hard to describe without coming across as a little crazy, is transcendental the word??
This poetry took me back to that memory. Thank you, Lazer.
Krell I have similar memories. I had a pond dug on my property several years ago, and after it filled for the first time (which took a long, long time by the way) I just laid down in the freshly mowed grass at the edge of it, with several dogs, and drifted off, but not to sleep, just to “quietness.” Beautiful Lazer and thanks.
Mike. I hope I can do this again in the near future, although nowadays I probably need to carry a “lift” with me in case I want to get up. 🙂
You are welcome and thank you Krell. I used to do this when I was a kid. Maybe I am regressing.
Lazer, just reading this lent an experience of slowing down–thanks for posting.
GL, I think it was me just wishing. Thank you.