Retreat
I wish I could impress upon you how one small room can hold so much silence. I’ve put my watercolors and paper on the desk, my flashlight, clock and hand cream on the bedside table, my thermos of hot tea and poetry books by my soft chair. They all look out of place. The stand-up tube of hand cream, deep forest green with a white daisy, seems too loud for this place. I’d never thought about my things being so noisy.
August 7, 2024 @ 3:32 am
We just got back from Rose Canyon Campground. I loved the quiet, the lack of human-dominating sounds. As night came on, I listened to the birds twilight calls, then the first insect trilling, followed by a whole insect chorus. So deeply peaceful to be away from human noise. I love how you call your things noisy in this reflection reflection.
I love how you call your things noisy.
August 7, 2024 @ 2:31 pm
Quite an impactful revelation! One that will stick with me for a very long time as I pay more attention to objects around me. Thank you for your writing!
August 7, 2024 @ 3:27 pm
What a powerful reflection in a prose poem format. The simple description of the bottle of hand cream stands out to me as a perfect transition to the final sentence.