Popping Silence

Eclisse

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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Comments2

  • L. B. Mek

    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!

  • lonelydove

    I love this. It really got me envisioning a world of silence.



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