Poetry Corner: A Quiet Moment

POETRY CORNER

“How Pearls are Born” painting by Christina Martin

– 12/26/18

Hosted by Kathabela Wilson

A quiet moment in busy times is the most precious gift. It is always there, unwrapped. Nature is always open. We stop and look.

~ Kathabela

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“Raven over Storm” painting by Christina Martin

Giselle Maya

dashing

through a yellow
mountain

of autumn leaves
the cat
and i

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Peter Jastermsky

leaving

the steep trail
to others

grateful…
the time left
to stand my ground

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“Seascape” painting by Christina Martin

Christina Martin

quick fingers

her smooth hands
deft to mend

a quiet stitch
over a silent seam
as good as new

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Billy Howell-Sinnard

listen, i tell her

the sound of light
has settled in your hair

i caress it
the light whispers
then sings in my hand

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Wendy Bialek

for just a moment

i turn my back
on mingus mountain

to watch
the cascading blooms
of red berries

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A Quiet Moment: Quotes and Credits

Giselle Maya lives in quiet, St. Martin de Castillon, Provence, France: “Silent starry night…with a breathtaking chill…no snow yet in sight…watching the moon… become full and hear… the pounding of mochi” (Japanese sweet rice paste for the new year of the boar).

Peter Jastermsky, Morongo Valley, California: “Times arise, some on a schedule, it seems, and some that come spontaneously, in which one considers “the trail” one is on, and assessing the rightness of that trail, or path. Since all of us have an expiration date, I want to feel gratitude for the things and insights I have that make that moment in time so fulfilling.”

Christina Martin, in the town of Milford Haven, West Wales: “It is such a long time ago now but it think I was remembering how my mother used to expertly mend things. No getting rid of things for her! This is the quiet way that an older person, perhaps a grandmother, can sit and listen and speak just the right word to help. Here in the seaside town of Milford Haven, the wind and the sea are our companions.”

Billy Howell-Sinnard, Fort Wayne, Indiana: “There is always something more, especially when one is creating art. It’s that ineffable moment that one tries to grasp when writing. It’s a spiritual connection. I know spiritual is a loaded word. If one sees it as everything that all things become and are, then it is life, the reality not a hope or an illusion for people afraid of life and narrow-minded, but people open to all the possibilities.”

Wendy Bialek lives in Arizona: “Mingus mountain always in sight, red berries– the view directly outside my front door. I am so blessed to be surrounded by beauty, year round…with mother nature doing her holiday decorations gratis. Nothing that can be bought in a store can compete with the gifts she gives me daily…there is so much to stimulate my eyes, my heart, my poetry…all i have to do is stop “for just a second” to take it in….the mountains are really special to me..if i look anywhere else, (turn my back…on her) it’s like ignoring a lover…who puts you into a mesmerizing spell.”

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