Helen Gaudin Poems
- Quiet Space Outside the busy world clatters, chatters and ...
- Haiku 05/07/2016
- Haiku 22/07/2016
- Drenched Green Green; dripping Grey; lowering Damp; ...
- Fractals And Spirals Fractals and spirals Trap the eye and ...
- Te Maunga And Te Moana My brother the mountain My brother ...
- A Passing Storm Battered and blinded by the rain Water ...
As a child, I remember sitting in the back yard with a lined A4 School Exercise book and pencil and telling my father I was going to be a writer when I grew up as I frantically scribbled down ideas that danced in my head. I remembered the all the stories I read and retold them to my younger sisters. Over the years I drifted away and then back to putting my thoughts into words. The dance between my imagination and the actual process of writing wax and waned as the demands of daily life pulled me in different directions. Over the last few years I have once again returned to laying down into the light the words that dance in my head. more »
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Outside the busy world clatters, chatters and rattles on
Sounds of vehicles rushing by
The constant electronic hum, just below hearing, felt in the bone
The minutiae of other lives seeping into you through waves of sound
Day in, day out, constant sound, always there always present, filling mind and body to the brim.
Breathing consciously you create the pause between the layers of sound
Quiet space, inside your head, expanding out
Your eye rests gently on a peaceful scene;
Your hand curves over the warm, soft body of a companion;