{"id":1672,"date":"2009-04-17T14:22:37","date_gmt":"2009-04-17T14:22:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=1672"},"modified":"2009-04-17T14:22:37","modified_gmt":"2009-04-17T14:22:37","slug":"deborah-gordon-is-listening-to-silence-on-blueberry-hill","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/deborah-gordon-is-listening-to-silence-on-blueberry-hill\/","title":{"rendered":"Deborah Gordon is listening to silence on Blueberry Hill"},"content":{"rendered":"

Silence<\/span>
 <\/span>
How thanklessly the daybreak stands with hands<\/span>
That summon the sun and the earth is stilled. <\/span>
 <\/span>
How tirelessly the evening crawls on bended knees<\/span>
To call, and to bring us to silence.<\/span>


~ ~ ~ ~ ~<\/span>


Blueberry Hill<\/span>
 <\/span>
 <\/span>
The blueberries crawl<\/span>
From a blueberry tree<\/span>
Where the blueberries call<\/span>
To a blueberry sea.<\/span>
 <\/span>
And the blueberry sun<\/span>
Sticks its head through the sky<\/span>
As the blueberries hum<\/span>
And the birds skitter by.<\/span>
 <\/span>
And the blueberry waves<\/span>
Tap their toes on the floor<\/span>
As the blueberries laze<\/span>
By the blueberry shore<\/span>
 <\/span>
And the blueberry crawl<\/span>
From a blueberry tree<\/span>
Where the blueberries call<\/span>
To a blueberry sea.<\/span>


<\/font>*
\nDeborah Gordon says “I am an aspiring Sussex-based writer of poetry and
\nprose and have been writing since the age of seven. My style is quite
\neclectic, however my focus falls mainly upon the
\nPhilosophical\/Spiritual aspects of life and I love the concept of
\nmovement in poetry. I have had recent  work published with Inclement, Phoenix, The Journal,  Garbaj, Sarasvati, The Dawn Treader, Fire<\/span>  and  Again Last Night<\/span>. My first collection of poetry The Bluebells Pray <\/span>(Indigo Dreams Press) is available now.”<\/font>
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