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Silence
Contributed by
kyarn
on
Friday, 29th April 2005 @ 08:42:16 AM in AEST
Topic:
PoemsonBeauty
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The sunlight that passes through the dense canopy casts intricate patterns on the earth below.
The light wind causes the slim trees to sway,
and the shadows to flicker,
dancing gracefully with the golden sunlight.
With the cool breeze comes the scent of rain,
chasing the stale summer heat far away from the grove.
Upon the ground lay the ungathered leaves of years gone by,
now brown and shriveled,
brittle enough to crumple into dust at a touch.
The sweet scent of new life wafts upward, perfuming the air.
Overhead the intertwining branches form a lacy roof from which birds chorus.
Chirps and tweets float down through the summer air
as easily as leaves in the fall.
Occasional patches of blue sky,
or of lazy white clouds
can be glimpsed through the holes in the leafy cover.
They drift, letting the wind decide their course.
Outside, the hustle bustle of the drab gray world rushes by
unceasingly.
Noisily people live their lives,
chaotically stumbling,
grasping for one thing after another to slow their descent,
never stopping to consider why they fall.
With minds as clouded as an overcast sky,
living in a world dictated by so many contradictions,
they walk on,
from one day to the next.
Inside the circle of green,
there is only the slow and steady rhythm
of the earth itself,
breathing in…and out…
and the unhurried patience of the trees.
All around are the small skitterings
of unknown lives
continuing onwards.
The harsh, demanding roar
of the world
is heard only as a series of whispers,
dreamlike and surreal.
The time that flashes so desperately by
outside the grove
has no meaning within.
Only the changing of the seasons,
and the repeating cycle
of seedlings sprouting,
growing,
dying,
and sprouting again
give meaning to the years
that slowly accumulate,
like snow on an unshaken branch.
Gradually,
the two songs merge;
the quick tempo of the outside’s whispers
and the calm, unhurried sighs from within
blend to form a new song.
Silence.
The shade of silence heard
is that which can only be found
in the deepest,
most central regions of a living soul.
The sunlight and shadows cast intricate designs upon the ground… and the silence reigns.
Copyright ©
kyarn
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2005-04-29 08:42:16]
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Re: Silence
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 29th April 2005 @ 11:07:04 AM AEST
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| This was quite a long poem, but I read it in its entirety because I was swept away by the great vivid images you portrayed. It had me feeling like I was just laying under the trees in all the hustle and bustle...yet silent in my own mind. Nice job! joni |
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