Cicadas buzzing in the breeze, in time
And the trees,
Still in the cool evening
Soak in the muted sounds
of the pale ancient sky.
Timeless – For my mother, 22 December 2007
December 23, 2007 by brightsilentthought
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A short poem that achieve to paint your reverence to your mother. I like how the sounds made by the cicadas gave this poem a soundtrack in my ears as I read and submerge myself to a quiet, still evening of a mother transfigured to this time of day. Mothers’ reassuring presence in our life make us feel safe even in silence.
I wish you well.
~ Jeques
Excellent!