Awakening Silence

  

I hear the rotating motion of the fan.

My fingers typing on the keyboard.

 

It’s Tuesday, 4am.

I hear my thoughts in this moment’s silence.

 

I think I’ll wear something blue today.

 
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G R E E N

My hypnotherapist said, “close your eyes and go to that place that brings you peace.

Describe what you see.”

 

“I see Green all over, peaceful and relaxing.”

My mind kept taking me to a place that was peaceful however, I sensed it was not quite my place to be.

 

I didn’t have the energy to battle with my mind so I let go of that uncertain moment.

Snap of a finger I was awake.

 

“Before you go to bed, don’t forget to take your mind to that place where you see Green all over.  Say out loud how peaceful and relaxing your place is.”

 

I woke up this morning to kind messages of support from The Green Room.

Only then did I realize that the Green in my subconscious was not the Green of my distant past…

 

But this Green Room that always kept its door open for me.

Once, twice, thrice I have come and gone.

 

Green Room remains my home.

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I Promise

To get myself back on track.

I am going to try.

 

A hypnotherapist is helping to quiet my mind.

Residue from being hit by a bus a couple of years back is stuck in my subconscious.

 

The last purge was encouraging.  Sleep is much better but not quite there yet.

Today, I am pushing myself to get back to my creative roots.

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Sofia's Bakery

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The village sleeps while a few coyotes
prowl and scuff through the alley
that passes for a dusty street.

They own the night. We are
only tenants here at the edge
of the desert; close by the river.

A light is on at the bakery,
as it is every morning in the
long hours before the first glow.

The coyotes are used to it. They
watch her quietly pass by each
morning as regular as the dawn.

Sofia is immersed in the day's
work. Everything is in its place
and ready from the day before.

The old oven heats; the chill fades;
flour in her hair; her morning routine.
Lumps become loaves or anise biscochitos.

The first oven smells are drifting
down the street before sunrise.
She stops for a drink of her coffee.

She likes her coffee strong and sweet;
flavored with cinnamon or cardamom.
She indulges herself at this hour.

Working alone, she enjoys this time of day.
She has a place here in this little village;
like the mortar between the stones.

She recalls her mother, with flour
in her hair, greeting the men on their
way to the fields with fresh bread.

She is ready for the day as she hears
the first sounds from the street.
She smiles and steps out the door.

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2018 - The Home Place

 

 

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LOST

Something is off balance.

Despite the routine in place, there’s a gap somewhere in between.

 

Can’t quite put my finger on it.

I just know and I can sense that something is not where it should be.

 

I keep looking around, sniffing and observing.

I haven’t asked around because I don’t quite know what to ask.

 

People tell me they’ve been feeling off tangent lately.

Call it whatever you wish.

 

Simply put, I’m lost.

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Ken Hartke Sofia's Bakery
20 May 2018
Thanks, Rosy, -- glad you liked it.
Ken Hartke I Promise
20 May 2018
I am so looking forward to your return -- I love your writing and wish you well. From my youth I've...
Stephen Evans I Promise
20 May 2018
Sometimes when I am dealing with deep anxiety I find that work (by which I mean writing), and the f...
Rosy Cole Sofia's Bakery
20 May 2018
I just love this, Ken. As appealing to the senses as a painting. Thanks :-)

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