Sitting quietly,
listening to voices:
harsh, calm, strange—
and silent.
Waiting for something
to happen, for perhaps
a miracle.
For a time when this turbulent
sea of wasted breath
shall sink into peace.
Stillness will pervade.
But before that,
there’ll be that ominous, almost
disconcerting
calm…
9 comments:
Perceptive of the subtile differences in quiet moments. Thanks for taking us with you through them.
Russel
Have you ever noticed a unique moment when, in a sea of noise, suddenly all the noise dissolves and there is an unexpected quiet?
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welcome, good to see you here.
cj
Thanks. Hope to see you around.
Yes, I can think of three such types of unexpected quiet at the moment and I'm sure there are more. Those are auditory moments that can startle or amaze the perciever and, as such, are of legitimate poetic interest for such a reflective lad as yourself.
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Russel
Thanks for your comment. I would be interested in knowing the types of moments sometime, from your perspective.
Waiting.... waiting... waiting... Most of us sit and wait hoping the miraculous will happen. At times when we are most reflective, does the calm make sense.
I loved this poem!
Kevin
Our first acquaintance I believe. Welcome and thank you for putting into prose most of what I tried to say in the poem.
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