Thursday, October 8, 2020

Poetry: In the Midst

In The Midst
Blanketed in moist and heavy air,

Lush leaves cannot lift, cannot stir.

They breathe, though hushed.

I too breathe, though hushed.

Soot-gray clouds hang low, while drama of rain whispers,

Through the daily intrusion of white noise,

I stop, and the moment stops with me.

I hear the important discourse of fair egrets,

My eyes reflect the graceful flight of skimming herons,

I see the scurrying for shelter on ant highways and hills,

My ears perk to the chittering of gossiping squirrels,

While curly-tailed lizards sail by, imparting their mystic wisdom,

To the daylight, as it transforms from blue to white to gentle yellow,

All around.

The ether speaks in rolling rumbles and sharp electric bursts,

A warm drop kisses my upturned face, caressing it.

I stand, washed, in the midst of eons of sentience,

In the midst of all that ever was,

And, whatever comes, I know there is abiding peace,

In the foreverness of this, my becalmed soul.

 

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Annette Pisano-Higley is a Registered Nurse living in both Albany and Florida. She is a published song-lyricist and published a book of her original Adirondack poetry, with photography by her husband Walter Higley, Adirondack Echoes, available on Amazon.com. Annette’s book was inspired by their idyllic summers at the beloved family Camp on Limekiln Lake, Inlet, in the beautiful New York State Adirondack Park.


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5 Responses

  1. Kim Pope says:

    Wow, I imagine the words floating from the path to deep in the forest. Beautiful!

  2. Jim says:

    Not a spare word. Wonderful.

  3. Ed Zahniser says:

    Love that line, “through the daily intrusion of white noise” !

  4. FRANK PISANO says:

    Another beautiful and artistic poem from my sister Annette. You can actually feel the living that is going on in Florida. The weather, the animals and the person. Wonderful again!

  5. Linda Leach says:

    Annette magically captures the simple sights and sounds of daily life connecting them to our own experiences and the metaphysical.
    I look forward to each new poem.

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