Am I?

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    • mlea
    • Very excited and very grateful. My son Michael will be coming back to American soil in about 12 days I want to thank all of you for your prayers and well wishes and strength.

    Am I?

    The air is so still,
    So still i can hear a leaf touchdown.
    Shhhh!
    Listen!
    The trees are whispering,
    Glaring down on us,
    Soldiers standing silent guard.


    The cloudless sky,
    A pale blue,
    Gently brushing its cheek against mine.
    It welcomes me,
    Bids me sit and reflect.
    I comply.


    The mantle clock chimes the hour,
    Fracturing the silence,
    Reminding me of time.
    Am I late?
    Am I?

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    marxred commented on Am I?

    08-02-2009

    very nice! it is one of our best tools to listen to nature (emerson, whitman) or even the racket of the city (ginsberg)....i found a unique blend of peacefulness and tension here. the trees both whispering and glaring down like soldiers. hmmmm. never to late kid, always right on time. dennis
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    mlea

    08/02/2009

    Dennis,I thank you for your words of encouragement. These old soldiers always give me trouble when I am out jogging...mlea

    wizthom commented on Am I?

    06-07-2009

    beautiful silence with all the sounds that only the spirit hears , like a feather landing on a raging river ,,this write has impacted me,,peace wizthom
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    mlea

    06/10/2009

    Thank you so much for taking the time to respond to my poem. I am new to all of this and am trying to find my way, family and friends will not be as honest as I need them to be.... hoping that my fellow poets will tell me what i should hear. Thanks again. mlea

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