SILENCE

 

SILENCE

In a world of noise
Where no one is heard,
We could use some silence,
A bit of quiet.

Take a step back
And be still,
Watch for the response,
See the surprise.

For silence can convey
What words cannot.
A feeling or a thought
Hidden in words.

Don’t be afraid 
To make your stand.
Dare to be different,
Refuse to mouth inanities.

Be a breath of fresh air
In the violent storm.
Stand strong and silent
In the world of noise.

HARMONY OF THE SENSES

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The rustle of the grass

as I make my way past.

The hard waves against the shore

echo memories and more.

The soft feel of the white sand

as I touch toes to the land.

The cries of the seagulls

as they dip to check holes.

A harmony of the senses.

A feast to cover all tenses.

Past, present, future converge

to bring pleasure to this splurge.

WHERE ARE THE PEOPLE?

BUDS OF HOPE

 

 

BUDS OF HOPE

In midst of despair and sorrow
rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
against all that can go wrong.

These are extreme times of confusion and change,
media expanding over a broader range. 
We are attacked by sounds in each direction,
leaving no time for thinking and reflection.

These flowers know what’s real,
they go by what they feel.
Away from the hustle and bustle,
they grow wild without any tussle.

A day to clear my cluttered mind is all I need,
to recharge my battery is what I should heed.
I’ll recharge in a quiet place like this,
a zest for life is what I dearly miss.