Silence
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
There’s no sound!
Just a silence rewrought
By fins of fans above.
I which I hear, that’s not silence.
There’s no one around,
Until I scratch my neck, fraught
Off. I could shut them out..
I wouldn’t, if I could. In silence.
I’d wish I’d found,
The equation of life, resought,
It’s so old! I know, well, maybe we could do better.
I would, if I could figure out silence.
Too much sound!
Just is, I guess, as in distraught.
Like layers of life, below
The hearings .. of silence.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 4/24/13
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the quiet can be deafening!
Appreciating your poem *Erin*
Lady Vivian
distracted from .....our own selves.
We need to stand still to hear the Universal Dialogue;
the voice of wisdom, pulse of life speaking to us....
so, we ..."would found the equation of life"...
Your meaningful poem, Erin, reflects the mood
of our contemporary life (reality).
Warm regards. Isabella.
Always,
Deborah
budd
I have enjoyed the reading of an exquisite poem... "Silence" leads one to cerebrate on ontological subjects, and to rethink life; and the ways of our society of Human Race.
Viva the Poet!
In respect and appreciation,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU