THE HUSH
It is all inclusive
the hush that falls over the world,
when I will myself, to overcome
the eternal distractions of life
to lightly stroke your hair
or trace the line of your cheek
with the fingertips,
of a rough and unworthy hand
you turn to me , gracefully, slowly,
as spring flowers gently open
to the warm sunlight,
after a chilling rain.
All is silent, the earth is still
your beauty is more radiant
in my eyes than any
it is not for the world to see
nor could they.
for there is more for the eye to see
than the eye can see
I cradle your face in my hands
to keep your eyes upon mine.
not wanting to lose the moments
that all too often elude us.
I move my hands over the smoothness
of your shoulders,
to bring you into my arms,
surrounding my entire world
enjoying a quiet, peaceful, love
the hush will end soon.
someone, or something
will throw a rock into the still blue mirror of sky brash and blaring
as a hunter raising noisy birds
as he crashes through the bushes.
We will look away, the Hush is broken.
we will drive on
working, passing mundane hours
arguing, loving, peacekeeping.
holding one minute corner of ourselves,
for the next sliver of time
that we can capture a Hush.
--Ernest McGeorge Copyright
©1997
Used by permission/ Redbird Café/ All rights reserved.
Unauthorized duplication prohibited by law.
Ernest tells us he is a retired maintenance worker, married, with 4 grandkids. He says he's been writing for years, but is inspired so infrequently that he only boasts a handful of poems. He tells us that he also writes short stories and unfinished song lyrics. He also claims to be sort of bashful, but is pleased to live in Seneca Ill, in the beautiful Illinois River Valley. We are pleased to feature his beautiful poem here at the RedBird. Wish we could come visit you, Ernest!! We think he'd like to hear from many of you. You may email him concerning his poetry, HERE!