He made me stop… and listen to a leaf fall
The sun burn... the grass grow
He made me stop …and listen to the ripple,
the echo...the shadow
He made me stop... and listen to my heart
How it breathes, what it needs
He stopped me on my tracks - there is no turning back, I am
…. mesmerized by him
The hypnotist... from afar
... whispering words
… that cling to my heart
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
Unless some one makes one's calm one cannot listen the voice of falling leafs or sound of silence......................Good Write.............
the beauty o being mesmerized cannot be overestimated. Exceptional, Sonya. One of your very best. Always your friend, Sandra
hi sonya very nice and beautiful...full of charm an innocence...plutonic almost great poem touching and good read..straight from a loving heart its a tenner cheers
Wow! He made you feel so many wonderful things with his words. Your imagery is so beautiful. I wonder if he was a poet. Then again, you would have the beauty within you to respond to these glorious words as this is what your writing shows... 10 Karin Anderson
Sonya, your 'he' sounds very special indeed, and how fortunate are you to have had this joyous experience of self-awareness, and awareness of all that is around you. Beautifully written. Silence is often the best form of poetry.
Sigh.... this is especially gorgeous, Sonya. Glad you directed me to it. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is really lovely, your inspiration, a lovely tribute too..............