New poem from Luciole friend/contributor Heather Ann Schmidt: "Loss of Silence"






Loss of Silence



The sound of the cuckoo clock,
and my mala beads passing from one finger to the next--

I sit and wait outside the wooden door
to my mind and don't go in.

My friend Shelly said, be at peace in her last letter...

but sometimes the noise inside of us
is louder than the whole world in song.







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Heather Ann Schmidt




 

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