Comments on: After Midnight Blogger: The Nothing Left to Say Edition

By: Ghostdreams

Ghostdreams — Fri, 27 Mar 2009 04:36:33 +0000

When I was a little kid we lived under Mt. Diablo in Danville, Ca.
I remember the first time we drove up to the top of the mountain, being aware of this great “silence” that descended (not just around me but inside me as well). It was an amazing encounter and sadly, I've not thought about it for many, many years.
I loved it up there and later, in my early twenties, I would hike up there just to sit and “be quiet.”
Thank you for the reminder!
Ghosty

By: river

river — Fri, 27 Mar 2009 03:48:18 +0000

dear Dr. E. . .this is an awesome poem. . .With all that has been happening in the World, with all it contractions, the last several months. . .all the trying to figure it out. . .trying to fix it. . .trying to get back what was lost. . .trying to create it again. . . silence is such sanity. . . this poem has space and expansion. . . . The photo is really great also. . .

By: spirasol

spirasol — Thu, 26 Mar 2009 09:25:50 +0000

I thought I heard that melody
and ran to the window.
Nothing there and so returned
to the conversation at hand,
my incessant babble.
but it was an old inward tape,
an old memory
of being alone
and silent
now triggered
by this poem
which begins in chatter
and settles down to
silence sitting in the snow
Here we could freeze
or die or just rest
in the majesty
but no words, no words

Thank you Archangel