January 05, 2013

Peace of Quiet


Peace of Quiet
By John R. Greenwood




















peace comes quietly in the dark still of predawn
so soft the light I feel the warmth 
or so I think
with tilted ear  a sound so distant my own heartbeat roars
a solitude thick like putty 
small squares of yellow oozing from windows as I pass 
no human awake or left on the earth it seems
a quiet peace is a warm coat and cool air to breathe
December morning's gentle embrace 
so sweet the snow smell when its fresh from it's maker

This is my submission to d'Verse Poets Pub - The prompt was PEACE. 

16 comments:

  1. ..silence invites peace...but not at all times...as i've commented on one blog, silence could also mean complications or trouble...but in this poem, it's all affirmation of how silence can lead one to its inner meditative self t'wards achieving that coveted peace...your last two lines are quite inviting & volumes a deeper impact...i enjoyed it...smiles...

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  2. the peace of quiet...what i love most about snow i think is that it indeed silences the world...covers the earth with this coat of peaceful silence..beautifully penned...

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  3. ah have been awake in the middle of the night...love the sounds of others sleeping and the stillness of that time...and the hush of the snow...

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  4. Reading your work is so soothing to me. Thank you.

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  5. You make me want to take an early morning walk... Nicely done.

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  6. I love the way snow muffles sound too. I almost wish we had some here....

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  7. So beautifully written. Nothing is as quiet as an evening walk in newly fallen snow. Love this.

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  8. John,

    Indeed a sense of not being disturbed at an early hour, rather like the perfect, untrodden snow fall...A very strong feeling of peace:)

    Eileen

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  9. I love the smell of snow, my husband thinks I'm crazy.... But it has a lovely distinct smell.

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  10. I felt your morning and saw the lit windows as you passed. Alone in the early morning probably feels like being one with the universe. -- barbara

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  11. a quiet peace is a warm coat and cool air to breathe

    A wonderful line, and so representative of your fine poem. So evocative.

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  12. A fine poem indeed. Your thoughts expressed are beautiful.

    Anna :o]

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  13. "a quiet peace is a warm coat and cool air to breathe"... yes, I have experienced this

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