A disturbing flow
is contained by those who resist.
The leader never shows
a shred of doubt,
even if he finds himself
mortally wounded.
On the other hand,
he awaits, mercilessly,
the final blow.
They guard, hermetically,
their firm gestures:
immaculate pride, fire!
Silence is the voice of God.
The voice in my first yesterday,
tears slide
before a still face.
Eternal fury,
forgiving vengeance.
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Author:
Damaso (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It contains the sound of a sad tuning fork, a contained sea waiting to overflow the world.
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Comments2
"Silence is the voice of God." A profound line in a sea of profound lines. Wonderful job, my friend. 🌹👏
Spiritual in nature with religious overtones this poem feels threatening. Well done.
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