Cock crows in the silence of the night.
Deep rhythmic breathing comes
from the one lying beside me.
Here I lie, wide awake while
the rest of the world sleeps.
Thoughts seep through my mind,
endless streams that spring from
nowhere, that go nowhere.
Endless eddies, ceaseless whirlpools.
Mundane thoughts continually recycle.
Who did what, why did I do that?
Everyday occurrences that refuse
to leave. Over and over they spill.
A mindless storm rages within
my head. Visions, words, events
tumble and jostle each other.
Peace and silence I crave.
In a list
A contest entry
- The sound of silence by Moonlit-Reveries.
450 points, ended February 24, 2007, 36 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please be honest, whilst stroking my ego is nice it does not help me grow as a writer. If you have any constructive criticism or positive suggestions on how to improve my work please let me know.
Comments
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I can relate to this sleepless night and the vivid picture you painted for me here. I love the first line of the last stanza and the third stanza the best. There's both an inner silence and an outer silence and I think that lack of inner silence can make both peace or sleep very difficult. Thanks for capturing the longing for inner silence. You did a great job in this piece.
Thanks for entering and best of luck.
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WOnderful. WHo of us has not struggled with that eternal radio that transmits endless waves of babble...
Very potent write!
Bravo!
Marianne
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Pleased to note this poem struck a chord. Thanks for the comments.
Gary
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Yes, a skilfully described sleepless night. Thos times when the "off" switch is hidden and the mind churns on. Well written, thanks.
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