The Music in It Prompt: Silence
To commune with silence
is blissful fellowship
in proper balance
But oh, the oceans
that surge and slip
as we dance
Silence teams
with wanton whispers
The sky is full
Memories and dreams
of which I am not master
Push and pull
Silences cannot be stilled
by stopping of ears
or closing of door
Who knew that silence could be filled
with the sound of tears
pelting a phantom shore?
Silence is a painter
A Maestro of thought
composing master-piece art
on canvases broader
than heavens above
but sealed in the heart
J~
Your last stanza!! Janet! Brilliant, truly such a beautiful poem!!
ReplyDeleteHannah, thank-you. You encourage me though times when I'm not at all sure! I want you to know that.
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pelting a phantom shore' - Such stunning writing, Janet.