From the Deep Well

On June 4, 2022

Closed in under dense clouds
I shelter from the rain
drumming on the cabin roof,
my soul drunk with peace
from the deep well
of silence.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reading of “From the Deep Well” with music by Norm Smookler

 


 


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11 Responses to “From the Deep Well”

  1. Jamail McKinney says:
    June 5, 2022 at 5:56 am

    I am with you Don in the bottom, so beautiful said.
    These are hard times for all of us.
    The truth shall prevail

  2. Tom Figel says:
    June 5, 2022 at 7:19 am

    Don, I agree: hearing rain from within a dry space is a terrific experience. If only it extended to some of our camping experiences.

  3. Mary Minton says:
    June 5, 2022 at 8:00 am

    Your terrific imagery again: “Drunk on silence…”

  4. Pat Fitzsimmons says:
    June 5, 2022 at 9:19 am

    Ahhh, I love the simplicity of this poem. Just enough words to capture the essence. Thank you Don

  5. John Walsh says:
    June 5, 2022 at 10:31 am

    Coincidence is rich, Don. As I read this beautiful poem in New Orleans, rain is beating on the roof and slapping the sidewalks outside, bringing with it a tranquility of decisions that do not have to be made yet.

  6. Veronica Lim says:
    June 5, 2022 at 2:44 pm

    Succinct. Perfect.

    Thank you.

  7. Brenda Jenkins says:
    June 5, 2022 at 3:24 pm

    A beautiful, perfect moment! I love this.

  8. Ed Haimes says:
    June 5, 2022 at 4:16 pm

    Thank you, Don, May we all find shelter from the storm. Living intentionally, one with the source.

  9. James says:
    June 6, 2022 at 6:06 am

    Cheers to a fellow drunkard !

  10. Maria Frid says:
    June 7, 2022 at 6:25 am

    Thank you, Don, I acknowledge the deep well that is present!

  11. David Barnes says:
    June 11, 2022 at 5:39 pm

    The month of May and now into June, it rains most days or nights, the night rains glorious and sensuous with whispering sound and subtle fragrance carried on refreshing currents through open windows in the darkness, silent but for haunting railroad thrumming and truck traffic bumper-to-bumper in the distance on Hwy 1, and amorous birdlife thrilling through cedar and fir and the deep well of peace overlighting all. With ecstasy inside and out, the holy sounds of silence fill the earth, in the midst of the man-made madness. I feel a deep kinship with you and with this fine little poem Don!

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