The Walk – Part lll – Silent Walking

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Ice covered the surface
of the small pond, leftover snow
rimmed its edges.
She was late and he
had worn a path
in the light snow
on the brown winter grass, pacing.
He turned in surprise to
find her a few steps away.
He laughed. “How can you walk so
quietly on this icy snow?”

She smiled. “Someone taught me
long ago how to walk softly
and not make a sound,
to not disturb the air around me.”
He frowned. “And was this some
mystic or mythical ninja?”

She shook her head.
“Only a man, an ordinary man.”
She looked at the ice
on the pond and sighed.
She had bread in a small
bag for her friend the heron
and for extra geese and ducks.
She threw it on the ice
anyway and on the bank of
the pond.

He said, “tell me
more about him.”
She said, “you know as much
as I have wished to say.
He came, we loved, he left.”
The man looked at the bread on the ice.
“It seems my friend,
your love was like that ice.
Freely given but not taken.”

She shrugged.
“How are the cherry buds
coming along?”
He shook his head. Resigned he said,
“They are tiny
but show a micron
of red.”
This time she smiled.
“Geese will see the bread
and eat.
The ice will melt.
The sky will be blue
and the cherry trees will bloom
Great clouds of pink and white.”
She turned and silently
on the icy snow,
walked away.

13 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. smilecalm
    Jan 17, 2015 @ 18:58:51

    poetic in action!

    Reply

  2. Trini Lind
    Jan 17, 2015 @ 20:58:26

    Oh, how beautiful!! 🙂 I think we are writing from the same place today!! 🙂 I just published a poem about walking on ice 🙂 I love this piece of your beautiful writing! 🙂 ❤

    Reply

  3. wholeproduction
    Jan 17, 2015 @ 21:57:33

    I love words that are nicely penned like that 🙂

    Reply

  4. carolahand
    Jan 17, 2015 @ 22:25:54

    Such poignant depth and beauty. Your words paint such clear images of acceptance of aloneness, the ability to “walk softly,” and hope despite a past when love was “Freely given but not taken.”

    Reply

  5. Let's CUT the Crap!
    Jan 18, 2015 @ 09:47:17

    I agree with all the above. The stillness, silence and soft voices paint an endearing picture, as if nothing else exists except this place, and these two people. Sigh. ❤

    Reply

  6. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Jan 19, 2015 @ 10:23:16

    What a lovely narrative.. it’s like eavesdropping on something to gain wisdom from.. I still hope she will find that ice can melt and that the sun will warm her.

    Reply

  7. Gabriella
    Jan 20, 2015 @ 20:53:50

    I felt as if I was there too, standing in the quiet snow covered landscape, eavesdropping on the conversation between those two.

    Reply

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