Choirside
Before the dawn, I stand among silent pews,
waiting for your voice—bright as a flushing sky.
Your verses arrive like choristers of light,
each word a note that shivers against the hush.
You summon life in staccato and legato,
roadside wildflowers bent toward your tune.
Your laughter drifts through lines like incense,
waking the small, forgotten corners of the heart.
At your side, poetry becomes a liturgy:
we recite hope in unison, breath to breath,
our voices threading through the open rafters
where grief and joy find common resonance.
I lean into that resonance, tasting its warmth—
a hymn of sunrise turning shadows to gold.
You teach me that every trembling syllable
can stand firm as a choir’s final refrain.
So here, amid these unseen harmonies,
I offer gratitude for your zest, your song—
for guiding us, choirside, into the promise
that even silence can be sung.
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A beautiful piece Cryptic I particularly loved the last line that in its contradiction those notes can be heard. It seems that all things are waves and particles two ways of seeing the same thing and sound no different is carried in those waves where particle vibration makes it recognizable to the human ear. I believe that silence can be heard because like everything else there is no absolute but if there were it too would be heard. A fave if for nothing else for listening to my ramblings.
Ramblings are the best part of a day's lull; it's something acquired from living with experienced people. Thanks so much Soren. 🕊️🙏🏻
You are most welcome
Back to 1/3.... funny how summer could be...
Interesting read some say silence can be deafening but to only those who can hear it, nicely done
A wonderful write, Arqios. I enjoyed the read.
Thanks Jerry, your affirmation is much appreciated and greatly valued🕊️🙏🏻
What a stunningly tender and luminous piece, dear poet and friend. The language here feels both sacred and lived-in...like liturgy rising from breath and memory. Truly, an excellent job, my dear friend. 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
..oh that all our words reflect as having been lived-in! Thanks so much dear friend. 🙏🏻
Indeed! You are most welcome!
Or these days in some places - Worship Groups-side, *Gets out the guitar, drums, keyboard, whatever*
Oh definitely so!🕊️🙏🏻
I love the setting you've chosen for this poem. A place where both voice and silence hold sway. Beautifully written!
Yes! So glad you got that dear Bella and pointed it out as well, thank you so much🕊️🙏🏻
Wonderful words arqios, music brings love to all in the world.
Andy
Thanks Andy🕊️🙏🏻
Hello, arqios,
Hailing the morn's choristers, muses of the bards as one meanders through each noble verse of this most resplendent poem, blessed in gratefulness and love of the morning's quietude. One of those rare poems that should not be read aloud - but whispered.
Wishing you all the very best,
Tony.
Oh my, yes; the whispered poems! Thanks Tony🕊️🙏🏻
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