Speaking in Slices
Portions of me are hid within my soul:
a wild serenity; passion couched in reflection,
beneath a weary semblance of control
there breathlessly anticipate perfection.
And in some rare sweet moments of each day
life’s rush subsides; the clamoring world is still.
With chaos hushed by evening, then I’ll say
what may be said and hungry silence fill
with precious seconds—voiceless thoughts rehearsed
to peel back layers shielding who we were.
Here lying sundered listening to the universe,
its silent realizations wake and stir.
Then minds, though sure embraced when first they met,
convergence of the heart may hope for yet.
Tags: sonnet
No Broadcast, Personal, Poetry | Christopher Kou | 
October 9, 2009 4:30 PM
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Beautiful!
Thanks, Allison!General note: I made some alterations to the last three lines, thanks to some friendly input.