– 10/10/18

      Hosted by Kathabela Wilson

      There is quiet before the storm, and also after, as if nature knows itself and waits until it is ready. Often we learn more from silence than sound. We search out, and create small quiet places, to nurture ourselves and gain insight. There it grows, sometimes for generations, expanding awareness and our feelings. In our poetry Corner today, we highlight how quiet has a space in memory. Paul Heinowski still remembers how he and childhood friends changed the quiet, and now observes a beautiful old icon is unnoticed by busy passersby. And Mariko Kitakubo preserves her grandma’s old room in her heart.

      ~ Kathabela

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      Day Lily (Photo - Tom Clausen).

      Day Lily (Photo – Tom Clausen).

      Hideo Suzuki

      strangely quiet
      and lilies bloom …
      typhoon approaching

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      By Mariela Coromoto.

      By Mariela Coromoto.

      Mariela Coromoto

      the place where
      only the sun speaks

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      Artwork by kris moon.

      Artwork by kris moon.

      Mariko Kitakubo

      small dark
      room of grandma’s
      prayer place…
      old incense
      still around me

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      Empty Chapel Castle Combe, Wiltshire, England (Photo - Smith, R.A).

      Empty Chapel Castle Combe, Wiltshire, England (Photo – Smith, R.A).

      Robin Anna Smith

      empty chapel echoes of the past

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      Blue bottle and stones found by a creek (Photo - Tom Clausen).

      Blue bottle and stones found by a creek (Photo – Tom Clausen).

      Paul Heinowski

      in busy church
      her icon

      we stone
      an empty bottle

      midnight calm
      between days

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      By Belinda Broughton.

      By Belinda Broughton.

      Belinda Broughton

      too soon
      even for birdsong
      –fire grounds


      A Quiet Place: Quotes and Credits

      Hideo Zuzuki lives in Flower Town, Sanda, West Japan. He says: “Just before the typhoon came around it became strangely quiet.”

      Mariela Coromoto lives in the Netherlands. She says: “A quiet place is hard to find when noise and sounds are always around us. Usually, during a sunset, the light of the sun takes over the sounds and instinctively my mind becomes quieter. Everyday, I am searching for that ‘quiet place.'”

      Mariko Kitakubo is a tanka poet in Tokyo, Japan. She keeps a special quiet tatami room in her home where family scrolls and traditional objects recall ancestors. She made a stone garden on its small balcony, with round white stones in the shape of a quiet river. She says: “The small room of grandma’s prayer place was in our old family house, but now I have that in my heart and I can feel the quiet scent of my grandma…” Mariko travels internationally doing reading performances of her work and visits Pasadena poets and the Storrier Stearns Japanese Garden whenever she can. Her book of tanka, Indigo, was published by Shabda Press, Pasadena, in 2016.

      Robin Anna Smith lives in Wilmington, Delaware. She tells us: “Being in an old chapel, where many generations have come and gone, is an almost haunting feeling. In the emptiness, one can imagine the sounds of congregations over the years, breathing life into the space.”

      Paul Heinowski says: “In our church, there’s a big picture of Our Lady of Częstochowa hanging near the entrance. I am very fond of it but I have never seen anyone else lingering by it. I feel this is quite sad.” Then, he recalls: “There is a a small creek in Scotland near the mouth of the river Spey. As children, we would float bottles and twigs etc. on the water and throw stones at them. It was a very quiet place, except when we visited it!” He continues: “I wrote the other haiku at midnight a good few years ago. I could feel the suspense as the night hung between yesterday and tomorrow. It was very quiet, so that the silence felt like a small noise in itself.”

      Belinda Broughton lives in The Adelaide Hills, South Australia. She says: “Neither birds nor people had returned after the bushfires. It was unusually quiet.”

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        • Kathabela Wilson

          Kathabela Wilson is a local poet/writer/artist and musician. Her Poets Salon has become an international respected must read in the poetry world. She's the creator and host of the Pasadena-based group, “Poets on Site.”

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      1. Alex Nodopaka says:

        No Quiet Place

        There is no
        quiet place
        in California.

        Every time
        I’m on a beach
        and throw a bottle
        with a message
        for help

        it lands on
        a coast guard
        who hands me
        a ticket
        for littering.

        Alex Nodopaka October © 2018

      2. Joan E. Stern says:

        tanka (falling leaves)
        By Joan E. Stern

        falling leaves
        float on crisp breezes
        autumn calls
        sky’s blue pools spill
        bright clarity and peace

      3. Radhamani sarma says:

        Dear Kathabela,
        Greetings! again a wonderful
        selection weaving around the theme, ” a quiet place”.
        congratulations to all those featured here.
        How ‘Quiet] is viewed in many perspectives, be it a dark room or where sun image speaks or fire ‘grounds’
        all woven in a silken touch of poetic eye.
        with regards

      4. A QUIET PLACE

        no rustle

        neither uprooting blast

        I am the seed

        beneath the flat closed soil

        safe in my undisturbed coil

        A point of view of seed before germination secure in its safe quiet place.

        Firmly embedded in its corner, it has no panic of being thrown up.

      5. Paul Heinowski says:

        Honored to be in this magazineg thanks Kathabela. It is a theme close to my heart in the tradition of the old pond!

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