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Kalinaw

Kalinaw

 

Onomatopoeia

 

Long-vowel

Sounds (with

Skip of an i in

Between),

 

K to begin

Consonant-

Firm,

L then

N to give

Brief space,

Ending in

W

 

Even of

Silence—simply

To look or

Use another

Sense—the

Word evokes

Feeling and

Presence

 

Believe

Words have

Power

 

They do

 

Find quiet

 

Say and enter

An utterance,

 

Door to a

Place

 

Inside

You’ll know

 

C L Couch

 

Word-High July: Welcome!

 

Maria of Doodles and Scribbles and I [that’s Rosema at rosemawrites] are more than excited to read your takes on the 30 Beautiful Filipino Words.

  1. Write or create a post inspired or about the Filipino word prompts.
  2. A post can be anything. A poem, a fiction, a six-word tale, or even a photo. It’s all up to you.
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  5. Most important of all, read and comment to your blogger friends (old and new found, we’ll never know).

HOP ON and let’s all GET WORD-HIGH this JULY!

Quiet

Quiet

 

Moment is quiet

Inside everything

I am thankful

 

For those who

Have no sanctuary

In time or mind

 

I’m sorry

I wish for better

(I’m Irish—wishes work)

 

A moment to breathe

Without impeding

Mortal noise:

 

Wish for rest

A pause for

Absolute or take mitigated

 

Quiet

On a Monday Holiday

On a Monday Holiday

On a Monday holiday
Outside my window there
Is special quiet

I live on Main Street
Which, here, is
A main street

Much traffic in the
Town goes by and
Emergency vehicles

Yet all action by
Wise or by a fool
Sounds blanketed today

Even the helicopter
I hear now shudders
Through a more silent

Sky—yes, there is an
Air-push on its way
With a storm behind

But humidity rising
While the barometer
Descends does not

Evince, I think, the silence
Outside my window now
Now, where there’s

Muted sunlight, too
Where, fuzzily or not,
Thought is knocking on

The pane, asking for
An invite in—well, why
Not on this kind of day

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