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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
like I said, the more introspective stuff. . . silence does not echo for silence to echo, it must first speak it must speak in that psychic language whose lexicon cannot be taught, but must be learned silence does not speak for silence to speak, it must first have a voice a voice to carry itself across the domestic chasm one that seems to grow wider and wider as final nights descend silence cannot be heard for silence to be heard, there must be ears ears to filter out the noise of questioning existence and to know that what is not said is not what is said silence does not echo for silence to echo, there must be walls walls to lengthen and widen the sound of light and, for a time, to hide what need not be seen but, there are no more walls nothing more to hide from the searching silence nothing more for it to echo off of when there's nothing left to be said nothing left by the final realization that the silence had quieted and that I can only feel the rain -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
nothing more to hide from the searching silence nothing more for it to echo off of when there's nothing left to be said nothing left by the final realization that the silence had quieted and that I can only feel the rain bravo Sven.... an ending of reflected light...and insight one might feel between those drops of rain... I enjoyed! |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
It has an optimistic ending... right? Happy? The silence was a bad thing? I think I get it! I think I do, but really, I'm not sure. I'm never really sure, heh, but that's the kind of poetry I like... the makes-you-think poetry. Seems to me like the "silence" is just constant doubt, it's disinterest and disbelief in one's surroundings. When it's gone, you can hear the rain... because you can appreciate it. Argh, makes my brain hurt! Sunday night shouldn't do that. Thanks as always for the contribution... Parasite Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world. |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
Ron, thanks. . . glad that you enjoyed. . . LP. . . you're getting there. . . glad that I could make you put that cap on and really think about this one. . . remember, it's introspective. . .so. . . I hope that helps. . . ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
Hmm.... I disagree...but I still love this. Also...there is a part that made me think that anything learned has had something to teach it even if it isn't what it usually is...so anything can be taught. lol...hope that makes sense. Me You could hurt me with your bare hands. You could hurt me using the sharp edge of what you say. JEWEL |
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