When the noise dies down

and what’s left is the silence,

I open myself,

tentatively at first, then

with slowly growing ease,

to whatever has been waiting

 to finally be heard.






This entry was posted in poetry.

2 comments on “Slowly

  1. The flow of this poem puts me in a meditative state. Thank you, I needed that. 🙂

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  2. Betty Booker Morriss says:

    Fabulous, Joan. Describes the process of deepening “attunement” perfectly .

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