A CELEBRATION OF
SILENCE
The train rolls through the ‘hood,
I hear the horn
but not the poetic
clackety clack of the wheels running
over the space between the rails.
The tangible noises, easily recognized
by the concrete livers of the many drunks
who always forget that the spaces between,
the blank spaces, are where the noise
is forced to make sense, the coda definitions.
I listen for the silences in my world
for they are not a constant or pause for peace.
Far away they come always on a rush of noise,
news they call it, warnings of danger and demise,
still it is in the silence where the poets speak
“fear not” and the gods say “come to me.”
© M Durfee
3.27.2016
Beautiful, despite the noise. Wonderful s/pacing.
ReplyDeleteThank you Alice. Sometimes the quiet says more than any thought I can find.
DeleteI think we all strive for that space of silence, for that celebration of peace ~
ReplyDeleteHappy Easter Mark~
Grace in striving for what should come easily we make more noise. I don't mind noise but now as i have aged the silence and quiet is exchanged for simply being. It is good to not think too loud.
Deletethe silence defines the noise. aye
ReplyDeleteWe cry for silence Charles often times not knowing if we ourselves would just be still the silence would make the sense of everything that preceded it.
DeleteDig ~ The last two lines knock it out of the park ~ !
ReplyDeleteI take that as high praise coming from you Erik, thank you.
Deletewhere the noise
ReplyDeleteis forced to make sense
oh boy i like this poem. and its reminder. mwah, mark.
love
kj
Without the silence noise would simply be babble building another tower to try to see what is within us already kj.
DeleteWonderful! (but you had me with the train)
ReplyDeleteSo I read on your blog Jeff, you were born a hundred years too late to be the trainman you should have been.
Deleteclickety-clack... you'll be back
ReplyDeleteOf course Tony, I always come back I just walk slower now.
DeleteSeeing too much, feeling too much. That is what lets you see this... these spaces. And so very, very well too. Love this, man, love you too xV
ReplyDeleteShadow my dearest companion in synchronicity, to have found you, your words, your heart has ever been a great pleasure to my soul as well as a comfort knowing that I am not alone.
DeleteMark-what a peaceful thought-to not be afraid of the end. xo
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