The Silent Song of Life

Wafting shadows
rise and spread.
Forming our nightly cover.
This velvety cloak,
swaddles the land.
Festooned with stars asunder.
Stitched with Heaven’s silver.
The twinkling lights lull. Giving comfort to all at rest.
As Luna’s silent song,
settles like freshly fallen snow. Caressing both soil and soul.
The anticipation of life, awakens.
As Day reaches for Night.
Throwing back her covers;
to continue
the silent song of life.

Reviews

[Mauricio Montoya]

I had to read again to understand but everytime I would see the image of what your words mean I'm at a lost because you left me wondering
Thank you for sharing

[Cherrie Palmer]

In a poetic voice I tried to relay the moment night covers us in her darkness and then the stars soon follow. The rhythm of night in its simple beauty and the simple image of Day reaching for Night like lovers.
This probably leans to overly simplified. I am so pleased you enjoyed the flow of it.

[Mauricio Montoya]

Good write

[Mauricio Montoya]

This touched my heart because it's deep where I can't reach
Thank you for sharing

[Mauricio Montoya]

It's a good write I had to come back

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Life can have many voices; some whispers, others loud as thunder. There is music in the orbs and spheres that form our planetary system. The man in the moon sings to the sea. She hears whether we can interpret the song or not. The pull of gravity is a great romance holding our feet to the earth. Perhaps the song of snow is silent symmetry but falling in the whispering cloud is a song beyond the mere eloquence of sound. "The silent song of life". I love it.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Good morning Fabian and thank you.
It's true life has its own cadence from tumultuous ⛈️ to the stillness of the silvery 🌙. I love trying to capture it.

[William Michael Reeves]

Luna is an award winning artist. I think she won best silent performance as well as brightest orb in the night sky. I really like that idea of caressing both soil and soul. So nicely alliterative and true.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Bill. It's great to see you. I know you've been working alot of hours.

[William Michael Reeves]

Life turns on a dime. Now I have lots of time. Glad to be back. Trying to catch up then little later this week I'm going to purge this pile of poetry I've written. Good to read you Cherrie.

[carl]

Beautiful words and images hallow what we all too often take for the unfolding of just another day. Thanks for the post, lovely read. -carl

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Carl
I am so sorry for the slow delay. I thought I responded to you last week.

[Pete]

the sweet music of life like a stake in the ground challenging to think or feel otherwise. terrific felt imagery. wonderful and enlightening ... :)

[Cherrie Palmer]

:) Thank you Pete

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Cherrie... I slept by my Mother's Bed in the Hospital for several days before she took her last breath... as I felt Life leave her body by holding her soft and nurturing hand. Her Spirit and Life that had been so generously shared with me... was on a Journey that we all will take at a future time. My Mother was only fifty-eight when she passed. Someday... I too will take that Journey being wrapped in swaddling clothes. Your Poem describes Birth with the Gift of swaddling clothes.... kissed by the phases of the New Moon. God gave us the Passion of Life to enjoy and share. tenderly, Pat

[Davidgeo]

I love how you found a functional way to use the word swaddle.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Hello 👋 David
And thank you.

[Davidgeo]

It;s never not a good time

[Davidgeo]

(you're a good writer)

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you David 😊

[Lisasview]

Oh dear Cherrie, another lovely poem to read and reread from you.
Such a moving piece...Loved it.
Thank you for sharing,
Lisa

[light and ashes]

I think you have captured the magick of Winter perfectly with this, after all...all of the seasons carry with them some magick and Winter is no different.
It is the sleeping of the Earth. You did a fine job of combining the magick of Winter with the magick of the Night, with it's blanket of stars to light our way in the darkness,
well done.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you, L.A. originally I wanted to write about how deeper and transparent the night sky is in Winter but take this little rabbit trail I instead.

[light and ashes]

I think it paid off. Sometimes these things seem to have a mind of their own.