-- Loud Thoughts --
By John Herlihy
Sometimes our thoughts are so loud,
We cannot even hear ourselves think.
A feeling of being alone in a big crowd,
Seeing without realizing that we blink.
Loud thoughts are never enough,
Their echoes also fade in the wind.
They are not made of the right stuff,
On the breast of incertitude pinned
Loud thoughts try to have their say,
So loud that they cannot be heard.
The tweeting of birds more convey,
Amplified thoughts as vision blurred.
Thoughts as loneliness crying for help,
Shouting in a crowd yet so very alone.
The quiet of solitude arriving by stealth,
Shapely and beautiful, as quiet as stone.
Loud thoughts listened to but not heard,
No virtue lies in the force of insistence.
Power lies in the quiet thought of a word,
Listened to by virtue of their persistence.
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Copyright ©John Herlihy
Saturday 2 September 2023
Thankfully, until 2023, my manic episodes were rare and short-lived. This last was a true anomaly I wouldn't wish on an enemy.
Rebecca
I find that quiet solitude arrives more like a rippling brook rather than stealthy stone..
Ron