Friday, December 08, 2006

Fable of dark silence, part two

in the silence the woman stood still
listening to the stolen landscape
absence of footsteps
absence of wingbeats

the river's song rising to nothing
the stones standing mute
the fluid hills stilled
the air no longer moving at all

she raised her head, gazing out
letting her eyes soak in
the stain that dimmed the air
listening to silence, she found

the rhythm of her blood
and something small began
to spin into the open air
following the beat within

a warmth, low and indistinct like
the first slip of melting snow
a mere breath, it crept from her lungs
spread up her throat and past her lips

a sigh that grew in shape and form
solidifying into flow like water
lifting into air like color
like soft light beneath the moon

she filled her lungs and
felt the breath caress her voice
a movement from the warm secrets of her body
a bright vibration moving into open air
this is how silence births song

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Blogger robin andrea said...

A lovely description of inspiration. Beautiful photograph, and a perfect companion to the poem.

12/08/2006 1:10 PM  
Blogger charlie said...

In the still of the night...

Beautiful stuff, mb.

12/08/2006 1:46 PM  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

I love how you get the reader quiet with everything in the poem, and in the end you don't break the silence, but accompany it with your voice. Damn fine write!!

12/08/2006 2:28 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

that last line is so beautiful and so perceptive

12/08/2006 2:48 PM  
Blogger Fred Garber said...


12/08/2006 2:51 PM  
Blogger Endment said...

What wonderful music

12/08/2006 5:15 PM  
Anonymous marja-leena said...

Fascinating, I keep rereading this. Something about the second half makes me think of the Kalevala (the ancient Finnish epic). Powerful and beautiful, MB!

12/08/2006 8:19 PM  
Blogger firebird said...

Such lovely velvet blues and browns--perfect with the poem--make me feel the richness of the season. Just what I need to deal with the darkness...

12/08/2006 10:16 PM  
Blogger Sky said...

mb, this is beautiful. it opens for me as though it were an image. i see every nuance, the motion, the colors, the forms. and then i hear your beautiful song.

12/08/2006 11:42 PM  
Blogger Lori Witzel said...

A sweet new weaving of an old creation I'm fortunate to live, if I'm mindful, daily.


12/09/2006 5:50 AM  
Blogger Mary said...


Stunning. This speaks to me more than you know.

12/09/2006 9:47 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This deserves melody, and multiple harmonies.

12/09/2006 10:44 AM  
Blogger polona said...

there's magic in your words... brilliant!

12/09/2006 1:29 PM  
Anonymous Becca said...

silence is really YOUR subject ... you make it speak.

12/09/2006 2:26 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Robin Andrea, this works for me on several levels. Inspiration — the drawing of air into the lungs, and the arousal of the mind to creativity — is one of the things I was thinking of.

Charlie, or maybe out of the still of the night? Thanks.

Pat, thanks very much. The silence is there, always.

Pauline, it comes directly from my experience with music, which depends upon silence to exist, and to be beautiful. In my band, we are always trying to cut back on "too many notes!"

Fred, oh my. Thank you! ;-)

Endment, much appreciated, thanks.

Marja-Leena, I remember you making reference to the Kalevala in connection with a movie, but I don't know anything about it. You've peaked my curiousity.

Firebird, me too, me too.

Sky, thank you for sharing your lovely response to it.

Lori, the creation stories are there to be recreated (!) every day. I depend on it!

Mary, it has much meaning for me, too. Thank you.

Zhoen, it's true that I was singing to myself afterward.

Polona, thanks so much.

Becca, thanks. Silence is one of life's conundrums!

12/09/2006 6:41 PM  
Blogger Don Iannone said...


Love the's bewitching, isn't it? And disarming...

12/10/2006 4:42 AM  
Blogger mermaid said...

The silence is necessary before movement.

12/10/2006 11:21 AM  
Blogger floots said...

silence is hard to beat

12/10/2006 9:59 PM  
Anonymous yllstonewolf said...

fabulous these two....

12/11/2006 8:36 AM  
Blogger la vie en rose said...

this is absolutely gorgeous...i want to be that woman giving birth to her song by embracing the silence...

12/11/2006 11:42 AM  
Blogger Bitterroot said...

"lifting into air like color"

so beautiful...

12/11/2006 9:00 PM  
Blogger Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

Reading these together (part I AND II,) Awe! Wonderful! The silence and color...the song within gives life!

12/11/2006 10:27 PM  
Blogger trinitystar said...

Beautiful descriptions ... and feelings
you have expressed a wonderful talent MB... :o)

12/12/2006 3:41 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Don, thank you. Silence can be many things, bewitching, disarming, enchanting, all the way down to overwhelming!

Mermaid, thanks for your insight!

Floots, thanks. In both senses of the phrase, sometimes!

Anne, thank you very much! Thanks for stopping by.

Michelle, I think every one of us is in some fashion.

Bitterroot, thank you. Hearing that phrase quoted by you makes me think of your photographs.

Corey, the song and the breath give life, and the silence gives life to the breath. Without silence, we would not have sound. Thanks!

Trinitystar, thank you very much!

12/13/2006 6:44 AM  

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