My philosophy and philology
circadianly remind me
of the prudence
and the necessity
of silence.
Author notes
Often I am perplexed by a recurring insight: that no poem or prose ever fully embodies an experience. If I weren't so rapt by the manipulation of words, I might just have to spend the rest of my life in what Wordsworth called "a wise passiveness," or else altogether vow into a most poetic silence.
A contest entry
- two years of writing by Namita.
400 points, ended December 6, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I think I live this poem on a daily basis. It is like my mind contents cannot be suited with words just toil there trying to equate some form of communication worthy and yet it does not come. Excellent job.
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So true, sometimes to move ahead we need to just shut up and listen,
for the answer is always there, even if we are unaware of it at the time
because we are trying to hard to find it...
Peace within the chaos
Calmness in the fight
Flaps both up and down
will bring the bird to flight
Teardrops through the laughter
rainbow after storm
Death meets through the living
the second we are born
Have a lovely week...
Eddy
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