Reflections of Silence – Free Verse – October 8, 2014

Rain dropsin the silence
drops of rain
falling in the woods

friendly darkness
as dawn grows nearer
I hear
the clear call
of the black-bird – clucking

the sparrows chirp
in dreamy reply
from their dry shelters

in the distance
two flashing lights ..
street sweepers
preparing the way
for another day

drip – drip – drip
the rain falls
into the silence

(c) G.s.k. ’14

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Prose Poem: 4:30 a.m. silence

Prose Poem

4:30 a.m. silence

Silence, nothing but my computer humming, my brain reading and the sound of gentle rain falling outside my window.  The sound of traffic and the factory rumble swallowed up by some mysterious entity leaves this loud silence.

Heavy clouds hang in the sky.  Someone will be walking through the fog in a couple of hours, but for me, those will still be low-hanging clouds.  Strange how things can be so different, depending upon where you’re sitting.  From your observation point, inside your mind, you look at the world, but it’s not the same place I live, I see, I feel or hear, even when you’re standing beside me.

Silence, not a hoot of an owl or a twitter of a bird.  The air is heavy, waiting for the dawn.  The moonlight and star glow swallowed up in the black sky counterpoint the street lights in the distance, hazy ghost like beings on the horizon.  Read a few blogs, read come comments…silent words with lots of inner sound.  Words and silence, communication in silence.

I’ll go make some tea.

 

Free Verse: Silence

Free Verse

Silence

I listen to the silence
though no silence is there here:
I hear the distant traffic
the sound of the factory too,
then there’s my computer
humming throughout the day
what of the refrigerator
when it kicks on to cool
a woman walking down my alley
the ringing of a bell
a car quickly passing by…
Even when these sounds are still
there’s the sound of silence in my ears
that soft hissing sort of sound
pings of soundwaves on my eardrums
the blood that swishes too,
and
these tell me I can hear.
I wonder
what is a world of silence
the silence of the deaf
where no sound waves ping
upon the ears?
Or in deepest space
where the waves of sound are naught?
What is true silence,
I ask and I meditate,
for I speak often of something
I do not know.