BTT #71: In the Music of a Quiet Morning

In the music of a quiet morning

I am listening to small creatures

Singing in the threatened line of trees

Hiding darkly between

Growing rows of houses.

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I could still be asleep

As the lullabies spring

From the leaves.

But I am called into waking,

And like these chirping birds

And frogs and cicadas,

I must also answer

To the scratching thirsts

And hungers of the day.

               .

I think about stacks of paper,

And the meetings,

And all the little fires

That need tending, and the

Press of eyes and whispers and

The ever-circling shadows

And the lists and times

And seasons unlocking

Carefully waiting

Gates of grace,

And I must wonder,

Whether any one thing

Insufficient to itself

Against the need

Is ever truly

Counted free.

               .

I let these questions

Simply fall away as your

Hand moves silently into mine,

Holding neither my fingers

Or my fears, or my shame,

But just my heart.

And I know that

Whatever befalls us

Here in the singing stillness

Between the times,

When you see me,

I am not erased.

               .

-Lona Gynt, July 2020. All rights Reserved for text and photos.

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Posted to dVerse Poetics Pub Hosted by the Grace. Grace invites us to provide a poem in the first person, that must use the phrase “I am.” Here is the link.

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To Carly:, who told me: “A blessing is to find someone who will hold your heart in their hand, and treat it like it is the only thing that matters.”

44 thoughts on “BTT #71: In the Music of a Quiet Morning

  1. Every poem of yours has such evocative imagery. I feel like I’ve been transported to your porch! Reading this was so soothing, and your last verse is especially lovely and sweet. Y’all are so wonderful together. (Also, I love your plants.)

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  2. I was just thinking about our society’s tendency to want to erase people and things that make them uncomfortable. How wonderful that you have founda place where its safe to be yourself. (K)

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    1. right! thank you for this sweet reading K. In many spheres I am perfectly fine to exist as long as I am invisible. My love, my path, my identity (core identity), even the notion that I should be able to breathe this joy I have been granted rather than burning in sorrow and struggle all the time, is uncomfortable and even blasphemous to many. Thank you for seeing me here and hearing me so well. And it is wonderful I have this place, and this love, it is a blessing. That is uncomfortable and even painful for some in my circle to hear, but I would be frankly ungrateful to say otherwise.

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  3. Yes, I can see we were in much the same frame of mind, except mine was a paw to hold, not a hand! A lovely poem, but why is the line of trees threatened? I take it from context that it is development. A shame as your view is so beautiful.

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    1. Thank you for the kind reading Judy. πŸ™‚
      The line of trees are part of an easement with a small creek, so they are actuality not likely to be removed, but they are such a thin line of woods between two sections of the subdivision, that it is threatened and so much less than what was before. Honestly, the area of the subdivision with houses was farmland, so this is not like this has been vast Southern hardwood forest at all recently, but the little vestigial ribbon along the drainage/creek easement is so small, it is an illusion of nature, vs the real thing. nevertheless, it is large enough to encourage deer, raccoons, hawks, crows, and all the variety of songbirds and critters and we see these regularly, so I am grateful that we have this small illusion in our summer backyard vs another houses fence. Some residents are wanting to make a walking trail in the trees, but I think that would appropriate the deer trail and put some pressure on the little band that wildlife can still enjoy

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      1. Well, it is just beautiful..Does your land run all the way back to that creek? I see a vast lawn..If so, you could always plant trees at the furthest back part of your lot to guarantee you’ll always have that view of trees. That is what I’ve done all around my property so I feel private even though I have neighbors all around, except for the lot I bought below me to insure no one builds to block my lake view. I actually like the fact that I’m not totally remote for security reasons..

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      2. right, I agree. My land just goes to the tree line and tall grass, and then the easement starts. I have been in this home since late Feb, I do have plans for some more trees in the back.

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  4. The view, words and your honesty made this poem heart warming. Love really makes us brave and special despite what others have to say. I love this part best:

    Here in the singing stillness

    Between the times,

    When you see me,

    I am not erased.

    Have a good weekend. Thanks for joining us.

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    1. Thank you Grace! your words mean so much to me, I am so glad that you saw so much that was central to this poem for me! Love has made me brave in so many ways, and my life is better for it! luvs to you, and I hope your seekend is wonderful as well πŸ™‚

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  5. Beverly Crawford

    What a wondrous recount of the moments of a day from awakening to birdsong to facing the issues of the day to the reassurance of acceptance. A picture of contentment.

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  6. I agree with Lucy, your poem is visceral and evocative and emotional and, as Kate says, it conveys how nature, life and romance creep up on you – gentle love. I really enjoyed the β€˜small creatures / Singing in the threatened line of trees’ and the thought that β€˜the lullabies spring / From the leaves’, and was sad that the stacks of paper, meetings and lists took over the day. The final stanza made me smile, especially the final lines.

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  7. The forest can only sustain itself by holding all its hands. And we thought it smart to strike out on our own … The waking moment here is to a deeper reality, the presence of the other holding one’s own heat. ‘Tis grace indeed. Amen. – Brendan

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  8. Ah. This is beautiful… Whether that other holding your hand is a person… Or if this is more spiritual… Either way it works

    We need those moments of quietude, of reflection and once again touching the peace that never happens in the busyness of those stacks of paper

    I also like the little contrasts.. Between nature and our need to expand and build houses… Which in turn impinges on our peace as well…

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    1. The other is a corporeal person, but she is treating me in much the same way that God has been treating me lately, with love and patience and blessings. She is not God, but God is in her, what can be more spiritual than a person? πŸ™‚
      I really appreciate your reading, and noticing the contrasts. Thank you!

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  9. Very beautifully written! Very nostalgic yet current in its feel.

    A really great description of our time…

    The ever-circling shadows

    And the lists and times

    And seasons unlocking

    Carefully waiting

    Gates of grace,

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  10. I feel a tentativeness to your poem that is quite touching, Lona. Trying happiness on for size. My favorite lines:
    “I let these questions
    Simply fall away as your
    Hand moves silently into mine,
    Holding neither my fingers
    Or my fears, or my shame,
    But just my heart.”
    Love is all. John Lennon is right.

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    1. Yes, John Lennon is right, it is so nice to let oneself be fit for happiness, to find that right size. Life is full of challenges, I hope I can meet them with the same kindnesses I have been granted

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  11. I love how you begin your poem in a precarious balance, the uncertainty that the singing birds don’t realise is there, and end on such a hopeful note, you, the birds and the trees singing the same song despite the crass business imperatives and what they will inflict on you all.

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