Thrumming
Pounding.
Gushing silence.
Bleeding.
Raging.
Slamming quiet.
It's too
L
O
U
D
in all this mute noise.
I've gone deaf in a muffled world.
I've gone blind in the blackout.
Everything makes nothing but sense.
Ranting, and screeching.
The bloodied cries of a mindless tone.
Silence is louder, than a drowning sea.
Noise is quieter, than a deafened woods.
You'll find everything....all the words you can't see...in the quiet corners of sound filled rooms.
And all the sites you can't hear...are in the most unlikely of louder skies..
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Author:
Eclisse 🌙 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 24th, 2023 04:53
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 7
- Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek, lonelydove
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Comments2
this is my fourth, consecutively
memorable
read of yours, dear Poet
since and including 'I'm broken'
in which time you've showcased
great range
wonderful flow and subtle pacing
as well as a genuinely interactive poetic voice
raging and edgy, in one
wise
self contained in another
and everything else in-between;
it will be a poetic delight
to follow your progress
for as long
as you choose to share with us
thank you!
I love this. It really got me envisioning a world of silence.
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