Silence fills in
like air
to every corner
of chaos in here.
They talk in
loud colors
and walk on high
heels;
air, water, land,
all under trade.
The window cries
out for air
but it is
silence that fills in like air
to every corner
of chaos in here.
Silence like a
stray crow in search,
like a black dot
among the doves
of high
buildings, silence, like a crow
in search of
trees with green leaves,
connects my
inner woods with a distant,
distant, distant
land of green trees all over
where my feet
could touch sand, the grains
that fill the
gaps between my fingers,
the touch that
connects my existence,
like an
umbilical cord, with my inner
woods, where I
see gods in trees, sun,
moon, rivers,
sea, tigers, eagles, peacocks,
elephants and
even rocks, where I curl in peace.
Silence fills in
like air
to every corner
of chaos in here,
where loud colors
of inventions scream
and my woods are
silent like distant dreams.
The last four lines sum it up beautifully
ReplyDeleteWonderful, I agree w/Debi Swim :-)
ReplyDeleteWow--you are a connoisseur of silence here. Thanks much for participating in the prompt. K. (Manicddaily)
ReplyDeleteTo breathe this silence and to be silenced by what we have to breathe seem akin to me in this poem. How long can we live on and in such air? I am with the window, crying out--OH! Mind the Gaps!
ReplyDeleteMay you reach them one day!
ReplyDeleteI love the imagery of silence filling in, like air, to every corner of chaos.....that's gorgeous....and those last four lines are just stellar.
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