The Voice, Of Silence
10 August, 2004
Author: ShyHeart
Have you ever, heard the voice, of silence?
Words and thoughts, all mixed, into your, private, memories
By yourself, where ever, you may be
Have you ever felt, or heard, the voice…, of silence?
Memories, touching you, in, such clarity
Like clouds, grinding against the moon, yet, you hear, no sound
The beauty of it all, quietly, passes by, your watchful eye
Have you, ever felt, the touch of silence, speak, like a tear, from your eye?
On a busy street, waiting for the sign to show
You may walk, the light is green or, along a river’s stream,
All alone, no one speaks, but your heart, that, is all you hear
No one there, to hold you, just the, silence, is all you know
Have you heard, the wind kiss the leaves, of a tree
There is nothing to be seen, but, shaking leaves
And the sound of silence, as you look up and see
A whispering, harvest moon, there is no sound, just the beauty of
“The Voice Of Silence”
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Meridian (64.12.116.200) -- Wednesday, August 11 2004, 05:10 pm Interesting! The voice of silence! You master poetry! Listening to something that is quiet----I'm gonna have to try it! I'm doing it as I type! Looking around me, and it's as though I can see the flowers in my vase bloom, and breathe. You've got the flame buddy! I admire your style! Keep writing now! Smiles, Meri |
| Martin Vann (63.185.81.156) -- Wednesday, August 11 2004, 08:38 pm Meridian Your heart is as sensitive, as the your sense of sound, you hear the flowers blossom, as they smile at you, and share their passing love with you, through their quiet, beauty. I am, no master, of anything, I feel as you do, what others seldom see or hear, you and I feel, that is, what poets do. MV |
| barb (216.123.56.155) -- Wednesday, August 11 2004, 09:33 pm this is so true. When there is silence we see what we are like the good and the bad about us.We all need silent times to think about the things we,ve done, and what we want to do to be a nicer person. good writing. |
| Martin Vann (63.185.81.206) -- Thursday, August 12 2004, 11:10 pm Barb, How many times, have we layed our heart upon a pillow, and reach our hand, to the other one, and felt no one there, Thank God, he loves, loving hearts like yours and mine, other wise, yes, we would be alone, thank God, for loving us, giving us the warmth, of our, or own, loving hearts. MV Loving hearts, are hard to find, thank you Barb, I thought, I was alone. |
| barb (209.112.24.243) -- Friday, August 13 2004, 01:45 am I can be a pain I'm always around,not easy to get rid of.:))))) |
| martin vann (63.185.80.70) -- Saturday, August 14 2004, 09:17 pm Barb, Now, how long have we been together, in poetry, long time I think. I respect the thoughts of your heart, when you read a poem of, mine. Most of all, Barb, since, you are my friends, and both, have a tender heart, I respect your words, when they say, I have gone to far. Barb, I listen to, but am not guided by your honest heart, well, maybe sometimes, why else, would we be friends? MV |
| barb (209.112.24.217) -- Sunday, August 15 2004, 12:03 am you say sometimes you don't listen to my honest heart.Well I'm honestly telling you listen to your elders ,like me Haa .I'd never steer you wrong.lol |
| .. (204.112.168.241) -- Tuesday, August 24 2004, 03:57 am I really liked this poem. Thank you for writing it :) |
| Martin Vann (63.185.64.183) -- Tuesday, August 24 2004, 04:15 pm Leah, Thank you for your response. Sometimes, well, almost always with me, I never plan a poem, its, just, somehow given birth. Again, that is why, I never take credit, for what I write, though, sometimes, I get some heat. That is okay, a poet should be made partly of fire and a lot of truth, as it is at that time, known as, honest truth. If, we listen, we all can hear the sound of silence, and it is beautiful when, the heart, hears it. MV |
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