NEW POEMS
Written by - J. Circosta
The Morning Quiet
Thank you God for such a quite morning,
with the rain in my ears but the sun upon my eyes.
Monday’s are mostly abhorred at just the thought
and early morning rises with kicks and screams at the bell
but the scent, is so fresh today..
The sun is so bright and clear like hanging crystals strung
along stained glass and the air, is so sweet.
Oh, and the grasses,
green and grand, standing full of spice and vigor!
Thank God for such quiet mornings, so still.
A moment to breath deep,
to find oneness inside the oneness.
To witness the awe and wonder of pure unaltered living,
breathing life.
Life, living all around you-
Have you ever steeped so intently in silence
that you could hear, that you could be heard..?
I can hear my footsteps pound pavement
and how black birds swallow worms.
I hear the rustles of wild in bushes behind houses
and my breath-breathing, breathing-breath
inside my belly, my chest, inside my face.
I’m alive while all the cars sleep, slipped into their spaces
while dandelions give hope outside ornamental doors
and white wishes sail down from the heavens.
God, how do wishes fall from heaven
and hope stay so grounded..?
It’s a mystery within the quiet
that only the birds seem to chat about,
those boisterous little fellow bellows!
I can hear them, and I learned
that quiet is not the absence of sound at all.
No, its simply the balance of all our senses,
all at once and all at peace.
Finally, some peace...
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 5/6/19
Thank you God for such a quite morning,
with the rain in my ears but the sun upon my eyes.
Monday’s are mostly abhorred at just the thought
and early morning rises with kicks and screams at the bell
but the scent, is so fresh today..
The sun is so bright and clear like hanging crystals strung
along stained glass and the air, is so sweet.
Oh, and the grasses,
green and grand, standing full of spice and vigor!
Thank God for such quiet mornings, so still.
A moment to breath deep,
to find oneness inside the oneness.
To witness the awe and wonder of pure unaltered living,
breathing life.
Life, living all around you-
Have you ever steeped so intently in silence
that you could hear, that you could be heard..?
I can hear my footsteps pound pavement
and how black birds swallow worms.
I hear the rustles of wild in bushes behind houses
and my breath-breathing, breathing-breath
inside my belly, my chest, inside my face.
I’m alive while all the cars sleep, slipped into their spaces
while dandelions give hope outside ornamental doors
and white wishes sail down from the heavens.
God, how do wishes fall from heaven
and hope stay so grounded..?
It’s a mystery within the quiet
that only the birds seem to chat about,
those boisterous little fellow bellows!
I can hear them, and I learned
that quiet is not the absence of sound at all.
No, its simply the balance of all our senses,
all at once and all at peace.
Finally, some peace...
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 5/6/19
