Behind the Noise

gray0328

 

There are silences too loud to bear,  

so we stack syllables like fortresses.  

We invent songs to outsmart the void,  

give laughter teeth, make it uncontainable.  

 

Who first carved a whistle from air,  

unwilling to surrender to stillness?  

We fill rooms with hums of machines,  

shatter mornings with the screech of tires.  

 

A baby cries to prove it exists,  

a mother hums to drown her worry.  

Even the wind learns to whistle  

through cracks and emptiness—never silent.  

 

Our tongues twist sound into soft armor,  

words spilling to tether us to each other.  

There’s courage in the quiet we avoid,  

but courage often hides behind the noise.  

 

Even now, I snap my fingers softly,  

as if silence might choke if left alone.

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  • Bianitalisa

    This is so good. The "who first carved a whistle from air, unwilling to surrender to stillness?" is my favorite part💜

    • gray0328

      Thank You for sharing your feedback on my work I appreciate it

    • Katie B.

      I really enjoyed this poem. Like "There's courage in the quiet we avoid." Some people think something needs to be said at all times during a conversation. Me, I covet silence.

      • gray0328

        Me too Katie

      • sorenbarrett

        Gray your poems have grown stronger over time and this one is a great one. So nicely worded with great pairings of meaning in its verses. Most poetic my friend and a fave



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