I do not dare breathe / Or move


The moon drops one or two feathers into the field.
The dark wheat listens.
Be still.
There they are, the moon’s young, trying
Their wings. […]
I stand alone by an elder tree, I do not dare breathe
Or move.
I listen.
The wheat leans back toward its own darkness,
And I lean toward mine.

When no one listens, notices or sees…


 “A Bridge For Contemplation” by Barbara Hirst (2011)STRANGER

When no one listens
To the quiet trees
When no one notices
The sun in the pool.

Where no one feels
The first drop of rain
Or sees the last star

Or hails the first morning
Of a giant world
Where peace begins
And rages end:

One bird sits still
Watching the work of God:
One turning leaf,
Two falling blossoms,
Ten circles upon the pond.

Thomas Merton



  1. “Stranger” poem above is abridged & sourced from Whiskey River.  Full poem can be found at Poetry-Chaikhana.com.
  2. Post Inspired by Canadian Art Junkie.
  3. Art: “A Bridge For Contemplation” by artist Barbara Hirst (2011).  Thank You Peter Robertson Gallery.

There are thousands to prophesy failure…

Sarah Potter (sarahpotterwrites) guided me to this poem after reading my post yesterday (“They will tell you that you can’t get it done…).  She stated that she had this Edgar Guest poem pinned to her wall next to her desk.  Thank you for sharing Sarah.  Love it.

Edgar Albert Guest






Edgar Guest (1881-1959) wrote this poem in 1938. He was a journalist, poet and author for the Detroit Free Press where he started as a copyboy and worked his way up to a become a popular national syndicated columnist in 300 papers with his column “Breakfast Table Chat.”








Source: Poetry Foundation

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