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Muted Silence

It occured to me the other day that nothing makes a sound. It's the whiteness of the noise you hear when nobody's around. It calls the spirit home to rest to understand the soul. And brings a sense of peace inside in knowing that's your role. The day is ticking slow but sure and nothings getting done. When your alone, your just alone, it's really not much fun. The absense of a loved one leaves the room a dull dim glow. An emptiness I must confess, like this no one should know. We live our lives trusting in God, that he is always there. And now I know in muted silence that he truly does care. For when you see your fellow man or woman on the street. You've grown to have compassion for the people that you meet. Frustration or elation tends to paint the tone of mood. Sometimes it gets misunderstood and people think your rude. So when you have these quiet times of peace and solitude. Just know that it's important for your life to be reviewed.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 1/23/2014 3:24:00 PM
beautiful and thought provoking write, Robert
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Date: 1/19/2014 10:36:00 AM
Hello, Robert. Just came to wish you a happy Sabbath.
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Robert Johnson
Date: 1/19/2014 11:18:00 AM
Thanks! Peace out. :)
Date: 1/18/2014 7:12:00 PM
very nice poem from you, Robert. And good to see you writing something different with imagery of the color white and sound of it. One time i was all alone in a room that was painted very white and with white carpet and furniture . It was overwhelming. Actually I did not like it. The silence was deafening, if that makes any sense!!
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Andrea Dietrich
Date: 1/19/2014 10:37:00 AM
me too. haha
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Robert Johnson
Date: 1/18/2014 8:30:00 PM
That empty space we can't replace when no one else is there. When silence cast's it's heavy cloak, you can barely breath the air. In other word's, yeah that makes sense. At least to me. :) But I'm crazy.:):):) :)
Date: 1/17/2014 6:23:00 PM
i love the title and the mood of this poem, robert (as well as the rhyme, of course!).
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