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Falling Into Silence
by John Herlihy → (All Poetry by John Herlihy)
Thursday, September 12, 2019 Rated "G" by the Author.

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-- FALLING INTO SILENCE -- John Herlihy Ah yes, the shadow of time follows us Just as certainly as it rises in the East And sets in the West, having its way We live on funnels of wind, platefuls of dust Thimblefuls of rainwater and drops of honey Moistening the lips and comforting the heart As the minutes and hours march by without a glance We continue to greet the bustling, bright day Continue to attend the quiet repose of evening We will continue to whisper of tomorrow Of spring, of moonrise, and the flight of darkness Until the day and hours of our destiny disappear Into minutes and then finally into seconds Like the ominous ticking of a grandfather clock Weary, tentative, reluctant, its ominous tone as echo Although ready now and about to fall into silence Time’s ever-turning wheel will slow down at last The movement gone that measures future and past Once as sovereign to rule as a king on its throne Now vanished as eternity enters to reign alone - - - - - - (c) John Herlihy 19 February 2019

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on September 24, 2019

INDEED...THE VOICE OF SILENCE DOES NOT DIMINISH AS TIME GOES ON. WE 'HEAR' IT MUCH MORE THE OLDER WE GET. AND I WONDER IF THAT IS NOT BECAUSE THE OLDER WE GET THE MORE COMPLACENT WE BECOME AND OUR FALL INTO SILENCE IS NOT FOUGHT, BUT EMBRACED. THANKS FOR THE SHARE. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on September 12, 2019

"Shadow' stay away from my door until............would it be so! He will come "as a thief in the night". Your words pave the way, John. Another fine write by you, hon!

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by Odin odin@aflx.com

Spoken like a conscious being never to cave to the ways so much of the world's influence would have you behave. Liked this a lot.

Reviewed by Michael Schafer

As they say, time waits for no one. My clock is still ticking, but I think the battery is getting weak. Enjoyed your words today.

Reviewed by Armineh Ohanian

The true story of life. Excellent!

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reading this: I envisioned an alone man, with a walking stick and a backpack, still questing after something he's not yet experienced in its fullness. A nice piece John. Peace. r