Evelyn Klebert

It’s hard to understand when things finally change
when there is a breath taken
a pause in the clamor that had become the norm.
It’s difficult to understand
when initially there is quiet
when one has been so used to the swirl and the noise.
It feels unstable at first,
unnatural perhaps
when peace finally comes to still
the turbulence.
Quite unexpectedly
the change is initially unwelcome.
We long for the familiar
but in time
with long steady breaths
the quiet might have a chance to heal
what had been before.

© 2011 Evelyn Klebert

Within the walls
within the silence
we’re sure we hear a whisper.
We’re sure there is a tapping
an echo of what was before.
Beyond the quiet
beyond the certainty
we’re sure something stirs,
something undefinable
that eludes what we allow ourselves to entertain.
Beyond the nightfall
the dusky shadows
that envelop all that is understood,
we’re sure there is a whisper,
an echo, a footfall
something that is not believed.

© 2011 Evelyn Klebert

The Haunted House
~ Vic CrumeNot a window was broken
And the paint wasn’t peeling
Not a porch step sagged -
Yet, there was a feeling

That beyond the door
And into the hall
This was the house of
No one at all.

No one who breathed
Nor laughed, nor ate
Nor said “I love,”
Nor said “I hate.”

Yet something walked
Along the stair
Something that was
And wasn’t there.

And that is why weeds
On the path grow high,
And even the moon
Races fearfully by -

For something walks
Along the stair -
Something that is
And isn’t there.

Stuck in a moment

so anxious to move on

all that can be seen are the vistas ahead.

Trying to stride forward

but feet seem weighted

reluctant to begin.

Perhaps one last look around

may just be in order.

One more deep breath of the air,

one last survey of the landscape,

trying to soak up

what was learned here.

The memories flood over

thick and heavy

with lucidity –

a place of trial, a place of joy,

a place of dissembling and rebuilding.

One more deep breath and the anxiousness leaves,

soon enough it will all be memory

So perhaps it’s best to not  be so quick

and to make sure the essence of what’s important

makes the journey as well.

© 2011 Evelyn Klebert

Am I not quite what you expect me to be?
Do I seem far afield
from what you anticipate?
Has my silence suggested
that we are in agreement?
And is it a jolt
to find that we are not?
Have I amiably allowed
you to believe what you wish?
Or have you simply done so
not interested in asking?
If I seem different
than you have consigned me to be
perhaps you should have taken the time
to look closer.

© 2011 Evelyn Klebert

I walked beneath the shining moon,
beneath its shimmering glow.
It led a path across the stillness,
that chilled me to the bone.
All truths I knew
fell into question,
beneath its luminescence.
All clarity blurred,
and certainty turned into whispers.
I stopped, entranced by its power,
wondering as my perceptions peeled away,
whether here, now, I had truly become lost,
or had finally found my way.

© 2008 Evelyn Klebert

If you were my little girl
I’d whisper to you softly,
to always look out for the one
that you simply can’t live without.
To always wait
for the one who listens and speaks
your language
when no one else quite can.
To hold out for the one
who you can’t imagine being without.
Who instantly becomes your family.
I’d tell her that he’ll be the one
where’s there’s no doubt no question no hesitation.
He’s one of a kind,
made just for you.
If you were my little girl,
I’d whisper to you softly,
look for the one
you simply can’t live without.

© 2011 Evelyn Klebert

Truth has a power all its own.
It sifts through illusions
and resonates through the darkness of chaos.
Truth has a particular sound.
It doesn’t need to be loud
or insistent or emphatic;
it doesn’t need to be filled with emotion.
It can be calm.
It can be quiet.
It can be the lightest voice in the room
but it has a power
to shred through and dispel
what fills the world with confusion.
Truth has a resonance.
It doesn’t have to be constantly reiterated
or constantly defended.
You don’t have to be persuaded to recognize it.
It has a power
a quiet power
a power to illuminate
wherever it is heard.

© 2011 Evelyn Klebert

What an interesting turn
that life leads us round,
a bend in the road
unforeseen.
I stop out of breath,
in contemplation
from every angle
perplexed, dismayed, confounded.
It seems so unfair,
so purposeless, random.
And then I sit and allow my mind to weave round the impediment
from every angle.
What is its secret,
what is its purpose,
how can I find the hidden key
so buried in the hysteria?
I breathe deep,
instead of shallow.
I listen calmly,
instead of ranting wildly.
I wait,
instead of rushing forward
until a solution appears –
not forced but organic,
not imposed but grown
in the stillness of the moment.

© 2011 Evelyn Klebert

Threads that twine
that draw us together
that weave lives
enmeshed in ways that are hidden.
We’re so certain that we’re separate,
a universe unto ourselves
but just a tug
just a pull and we can see
this great tapestry.
All of our lives
linking and touching
in unexpected ways.

© 2011 Evelyn Klebert