hubert was a quiet man
in love with quiet things
the cricket-hum
of summertime
the soft rain every spring
the differing dance of snowflakes
(no two falling
looked the same)
the way a rushing river seemed
to murmur out his name
the faint
audible magic
of a well meant
whispered wish
the warm under-
water greeting
of a fish
meeting a fish
and when
confronted with
rough frequencies
his fragile ears
just couldn't take
he'd sidestep the whirring world
with a quick trip to the lake
atop a tiny private island
mountain-hid from public view
he rejoiced in
the nearly
silent sound
of his heart
as it grew
















Comments
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Poetry is truly boundless. It is my passion, I am the canvas.
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my poetry, lemon
both bitter and tart
you decide the taste of my art
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FISH MEETING A FISH!!! I shivered! I shivered
tiny private island moutain!! oh my gosh. i feel fit to burst at that image! who is this beautiful hubert and when can i meet him
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"my knee is still shaking like i was twelve"
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an antique arms and armor expert
this is one of the two collabs
I mentioned recently, in my journal.
keep your eyes peeled for the next.
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an antique arms and armor expert
something different,
and very very good from you, Shane.
I love it~
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Married to the pen,
and we're both having an affair
with the page.
it's fun to try these more
straightforward rhyming pieces
every now & again.
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an antique arms and armor expert
Deeply thouching -
especially the last stanza.
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A baby seal walks into a club.
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an antique arms and armor expert
excellent job, as usual
especially the second-from-last and second-from-first stanzas.
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"Tired with all these, from these would I be gone, Save that, to die, I leave my love alone."
-Shakespeare Sonnet 66
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"keep on rockin in the free world"-Neil Young
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