...and we fall silent.
It speaks its own volume,
What passes in between
Beyond the words and
Beyond the spaces;
Leaking like silent gasses;
We find understanding.
Existance, like breathing,
Is action;
It stands upon the pillar.
Silent and forceful,
The submerged earthquake trembles
Voiceless;
An embrace across the distance;
The expanse is vapour...
...and we fall silent.
Author notes
Sometimes silences speak louder than words. This poem is dedicated to a dear young friend of mine.
Written August 16th, 2006
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A very lovely piece, Seagrid. I both love and hate the silence, but in both guises, it is very powerful. "in a still small voice", in the silence, that's where so much that is important happens.
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Hello Beth,
Thank you for the encouragement. I have a friend who is going through a really hard time at the moment. And though I do not have to words to express my sympathy or anything to offer comfort, I feel as though that is alright. So there really is no specific 'event', merely a series of very difficult events which I am acting as a shoulder to cry on.
Warmly,
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ooh.. Very descriptive, very powerful. I very much agree, Seagrid, that silences will sometimes speak louder than words. I tend to really enjoy those times spent with those we love, where you just sit and simply exist. I know I treasure memories of times like that with family and friends. I'm glad you were able to write something like this for a dear friend.
I'm sure they will appreciate this piece- and even if they never read it.. they'll appreciate the event that made this poem unfold. God bless you Seagrid.
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