THE SHARED SILENCE
suntannedapples
Friday, October 23, 2026
Saturday, May 9, 2026
The sun has a rendezvous with the moon
But the moon is not there, and the sun waits
Down here, where it is often each man for his own true love
Everyone must do the same
The moon is there, the moon is there
The moon is there, but the sun does not see her
To find her, night is needed
Night is needed, but the sun does not know this—and keeps on shining
The sun has a rendezvous with the moon
But the moon is not there, and the sun waits.
"Le soleil a rendez-vous avec la lune
Mais la lune n'est pas là et le soleil attend
Ici-bas, souvent chacun pour sa chacune
Chacun doit en faire autant
La lune est là, la lune est là
La lune est là, mais le soleil ne la voit pas
Pour la trouver, il faut la nuit
Il faut la nuit mais le soleil ne le sait pas et toujours luit
Le soleil a rendez-vous avec la lune
Mais la lune n'est pas là et le soleil attend."
Thursday, April 23, 2026
Quiet flows the dawn
and with the dawn flows the quiet river.
The river is neither aware of destiny,
nor does she know that time moves
and makes her move.
Stories are born on her banks and left unread.
Like destiny it's not in her to pause.
The cause and the effect flow as one single stream with her.
You may think of loss or gain
but in her flow they are one
because she knows, she must flow.
Some call her mother and stand on her shore;
pleading her to speak.
some call her divinity
and place her in a shrine.
She will flow at her own pace,
in abundance, never in need of joy or sorrow,
Her flow is unstoppable.
But not ignorant of your life ,its needs and deeds.
Until she comes in sight of the sea
her journey long and forlorn.
Do not forsake her
when the sky thunders and in fear
she breaks her bounds.
Take her waters to flow into canals;
help her reach the far out lands that need her
and she'll bless you before she follows
her destined path to the sea.
Tuesday, April 14, 2026
their faces shone in the lantern-lights.
They did not have to look up and dream;
they looked straight ahead.
It was worse or weirder still,
for they sailed backward towards the rocks
It was darkness, darkness, breaking into light
and something guarded them in their flight.
Perhaps they saw in the darkness
the things they had failed to see in the light.
Now they thought they could look up and dream
because there was someone behind
who was looking straight ahead
and watched for what they could not see.
Light would be lonely without darkness;
who else would be waiting for Light, if not Darkness?
Sushama Karnik
Aug 20, 2017
Lovely my dear lady...always a pleasure to come to your page and read of such delights....REPLY Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017
+Sushama Karnik You Really have a fantastic way of writting poetry & So full of vision in my eyes/Heart ..
Truly Thx Sushama..~>Indian poetress with Bright-eyes...REPLY Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017
+tony langmach Thank you, Tony. Your comments always delight me. May the sunshine lead you.REPLY Aug 21, 2017
+Ben Guiry I am waiting for your world of Celtic imagination to wake up and break free like a" locust swarm". Hope you are doing well.REPLY
Tuesday, April 7, 2026
Sunday, April 5, 2026
Two antique lanterns
Two antique lanterns in hand

Monday, February 23, 2026
Anjali Dilip Trasi Strawberry Jam
Method: Wash and roughly chop the Strawberries