Quiet In-Out (55)
Quiet In-Out
Just as there is a beat
in every moment, there is also
a rest,
nesting in breath’s breast–
It is where the beat goes too, at its best
(where what is blessed
is blessed).
Eyelids dome walls
as well as sky;
hum thrums–
a tuned whole plied.
There, lone has no meaning,
seemingly–
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A draft 55 for Margaret Bednar’s Play it Again, Sam on Real Toads–I am rather tired this time of year so resorted to one of the many wonderful 55 challenges, still held in honor of the wonderful G-Man, Galen Haynes.
The pic is one I took in Ladakh, India, years ago, at a Buddhist shrine.
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ManicDDaily 
December 28, 2015 at 12:09 am
Thanks for sharing your photo,
Luv the word play. And the essence of life. Prana – breath, explored in such an indepth yet miniscule form
Much love…
December 28, 2015 at 12:38 am
I too like your art work, k. Your verse reminds me of the old law, and not so popular rock song, “what goes up must come down” which begs the question, ‘must what goes in necessarily come out?”
My first cousin is named Ione. Her immediate family members call her Oney.
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December 28, 2015 at 8:48 am
Moments of inner rest are so needful, if hard to come by. I loved the word play throughout. This is a neat 55.
December 29, 2015 at 9:02 am
The rhyme and the poem’s own beat are strong, feeding warmth from soul to heart, heart to life. I also like the hint of human ambiguity within the certainty that seems to come with the last word and its push-away dash.
January 5, 2016 at 12:49 pm
The first few lines also remind me of singing – how important it is to be able to read the notes – to rest and breath at certain pre-planned spots and give each note its true beat – it can make or break a song and most people have NO idea how to breath or rest on the important spots. Of course, poetry is the same way… Nice, even though it took me to a bit of a different place than I think you meant it to.