IN THE STILL OF THE SILENT NOON In the still of the silent noon Pondering life to a whippoorwill tune I wondered with contemplation On that whole duration Of the edge of a ledge, called defeat I had sat on a bench In that cool pathed trench With the moon as my guide Trying hard to subside All the hurt welling up That wanted to smother what was up When I just shook deep inside Trying hard to subside All this dense darkening gloom When again, that whippoorwill tune In my heart that melody freed The agony going on in me Now the sleeping flowers are in tune On that misted meadowed June As I danced and tossed defeat When I stepped as I creeped Filling my heart In the still of the silence of that Whippoorwill noon...... By Mary L. Palermo Copyright August 2014
Posted on: Tue, 05 Aug 2014 17:44:54 +0000