Only far from the city I found you;
At dusk on the burnished horizon.
The sway of the heather so sweet
To flower the silence in me.
So rare, that feeling seems separate
From the absence of echo and roar,
Yet the clamour fell down at my feet
Near my toes at roots of the peace tree.
As the pool settled languid I saw you,
So different to the memory of screams.
The hammering tongues which we own
Make us deaf to the seeds we have sown.
But I hear now the sprouting of grasses,
The unfolding wings of the Spring.
For the first time; muted, I hear
The quietest rolling of tears.
Author notes
Prompt: The world is growing loud.
In the absence of noise, perhaps clarity and truth reside.
A contest entry
- The world is growing loud by Hadji Murad.
300 points, ended February 16, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - *** UNCOVER MY FEELINGS *** by Rebekah-Ann.
500 points, ended April 2, 2008, 37 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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My favorite part is: The hammering tongues which we own Make us deaf to the seeds we have sown It is fall here in SA and I suppose that is way I feel a bit down, even so this poem was really lovely. Thank you for your entry. Becks
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Great tone to this and I love the easy, reflective feeling of the piece in general. Beautifully done.
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