As if the silence
Could read my mind
Its deeper thoughts
Its quiet time
The water still
The bare rock face
That rises upward
As if in haste.
To reach the summit
With grasping hands
The cloud dipped peak
Trembling stands
A monument to
A losing faith
Fading hope
In this quiet place.
The light breeze lifts
The hair from face
Invisible dreams
Relocate
Themselves to times
Far distant past
Memory skips
Thoughts they dance.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Beautiful. 🌹
Most kind my friend, thanks and appreciation for read
The structure and meter of this poem together with its rhyme lend to its beauty. Nicely written my friend
thanks and much appreciated my friend
It is my pleasure my friend
That quiet time is so essential 👍🏻🕊️
it is indeed my friend, thanks and appreciation
Most welcome my friend 🙏🏻🕊️
Excellent
most kind,thanking you and much appreciated
I have experienced this dialogue with the mineral void.
Its calmness is beautiful
A fine write N.
Yes, we say, it's a quiet time waiting for this bus you know!' lol.
Very quiet lol
There’s a sadness here I wasn’t expecting, Norman…I really enjoyed reading this. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks and much appreciation my friend
As usual written so well with an insight that’s amazing 👍
Such praise my friend, for which I am most grateful and appreciative
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