Wednesday, December 23, 2009


In its falling,
a white hush
fell on me,

as you hushed me,
"Quiet... ." Still,
in your white,

you wait for this
weighty thought
to break through

the storm's cushion:

"Stillness, I know
may not stay
in your life,

but it will in-
still silence
to linger

in your life, and
remind you
there can be

more, much more still."

Francis Scudellari

This poem is written in response to Read Write Prompt #106: Repeat after me at Read Write Poem. The prompt was to practice repetition.

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