Monday, October 6, 2025

Published in The Wise Owl daily verse , October theme -Thresholds

 

The Quiet Before



Beneath

hush of thoughts,

silence of an eclipsed mind paces-

Like those medieval paintings

serene, still, lost in time.

A moment

never to be retrieved,

endless-

this spiral, wherever I go.

 

By the brooks,

by the creeks,

unrest lingers in the calm

almost fading the bright of sun-

The sky cloaked in grey,

as if holding the storm

yet to begin.

 

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 Thank you dear editor - Dr Rachna Singh 

 

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Published in The Wise Owl daily verse , October theme -Thresholds

  The Quiet Before Beneath hush of thoughts, silence of an eclipsed mind paces- Like those medieval paintings serene, still, lost ...