A poem I’ve entered for a competition...
“I am not a religious man, but am
a Lover of words”.
Twelve themes of Reflection and
Discernment.. number 10. Silence
Reflection..
Watching my windows reflection
As this day slowly moves on along
tears that I cannot hide
this time breaking out into song.
You hold me to account my love
but the cost feels expensively dear
most times I sit in a crowd alone
Other hours I can taste my own fear.
I see daylight take a seat in my night
And the very dark within my day
I see those conversations of silence
but Also in silent’s deafening play.
Watching this slow road overload
From dawn then up until dusk
No method behind all this madness
these Seeds without any husk.
I can smell those blood Red Roses
Long Before they are all cut
the feel of my pulsating heartbeat
through ears it will never touch.
No sound can absorb within you
As I stare into your glass sight
No answers to questions I ask you
I just carry on my lifetime led fight.
Looking for all those lost years
Before its away and then gone
remembering that daily led thunder
within days where I could not belong.
Norman.