David Crandall Poet Sonnet

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5/30/2025 for Silence Listens Poetry Contest sponsored by Craig Cornish

Silence and Sound

The tale of when our ancient world begins 
when curious characters did abound, 
such as the audibly contrasting twins, 
who bore the common names Silence and Sound.
The mission Sound would always prosecute  
with loud and bold voluble persistence,
thunderous, unyielding and resolute,
his one aim to tell of his existence.
While Silence stood still with an open ear.
not caring for notice or attention,  
but to understand, empathize, and hear, 
a humble, kind and loving intention. 
The one who was Silent as a prayer,
was the one, in essence, really there.

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Kim Rodrigues May 31, 2025 at 5:45 PM The one who was Silent as a prayer, was the one, in essence, really there...my favorite part! I wrote a light verse, “Ear-splitting…” Perhaps, you might check it out…

Reya Suri May 30, 2025 at 9:15 PM This reminds me of how those who you hang out with influence you. The contrast between Silence and Sorrow is not just black and white, simply; it's a whole spectrum of colors. There are so many people in this world who do not fit into those categories, it really makes you think if Sorrow and Silence did exist in some way. Interesting piece, beautifully written! Love the contradictory nature. You did amazing dear poet! David Crandall May 30, 2025 at 9:26 PM Hi Reya. I really appreciate your comments. Also, I think you have an interesting insight. My tendency, and maybe that of other people's, maybe partly for poetic license, is to take the world (a spectrum, not simply two polar opposites), and trying to force it into polar opposites. There's another way to see the world - probably a truer, way, which is all those colors. Reya Suri May 30, 2025 at 9:16 PM I meant sound and silence, not sorrow *