into stillness

arqios

 

Two rabbits rest beneath the tree,

soft ears alert but still,

their noses twitch.

The swing above them

rocks— a measured metronome,

its boards aware of

what it means to hold.

 

The sky is brushed with cloud

and streaks of rose,

the noonday moon sits

pale and full of thought—

a coin of milk, a petal

not yet dropped,

a whisper of the cold

that sleeps ahead.

 

They do not move.

They study light and blue,

as if the world

paused to wonder, too.

The air is soft.

The moment barely breathes.

They blink, then lean

more deeply into stillness.

 

 

 

 

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  • sorenbarrett

    Cryptic you have captured the essence of time in this poem with the metronome of the swing, we the rabbits frozen under it observe its wonders and beauty. Aware of its temporality we pause awaiting the "cold that sleeps ahead" powerless we pause and wonder and lean into that stillness. What a lovely and somehow peaceful but powerless snapshot of life itself. Simply beautiful and a fave my friend

    • arqios

      Power to be had for the powerless! Thanks, dearest SorenπŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

    • Tristan Robert Lange

      My friend, this is hushed and luminous. It settles into the moment without disturbing it, and that patience is its strength. I felt myself slow down reading it. Very well done! πŸŒΉπŸ–€πŸ™πŸ•―οΈ

      • arqios

        Ah, to be able to slow down. I got a sudoku book for Chrissy and found that it slowed me right down! Thanks, Tittu πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈπŸ€©

        • Tristan Robert Lange

          Yes...indeed. And yay for sudoku. Most welcome, my friend!

        • orchidee

          A fien write A.

          • arqios

            For a fine day like today, many thanks O πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

          • Doggerel Dave

            Years since rabbits got a good writeup. To place them in such a moment in time and space took courage. I admire that.

            • arqios

              It’s a fine line between quiet and clichΓ©, and I’m glad you saw what I was aiming for. I appreciate your sharp eye and literary sense, DD. Thank youπŸ™πŸ•ŠοΈ

            • Goldfinch60

              May that stillness be filled with peace Rik.

              Andy



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