Silence S O S

In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. A million million life forms. And silence in the library. Dr. Who: Episode - Silence in the Library THE SILENCE S.O.S. the rasp of a metamorphic voice. is boredom in chase? the stillness a shape? does genius inhabit this dark room? the click of cobblestone echoes in the chamber, narrow and narrower, restriction — is this where a poet sprouts? the fine doctor hears the silence, doesn’t ever remember how the dark shoots off its words. a-musing, the silence, the silver bell that cock-a-doodle-doos until noon. in Central Park, his arms around my shoulder, the silence feeling colder than my heart, the guitar a-beating — the plunder of a crowd, the splash falls gently from the inkwells. there’s a space between us, yet we grip each other’s hands — the planets hug in the universal silence. fifty years later, the thumbing of a cell, people disappear on silent screens. 7/24/2019 The Sound of Silence Poetry Contest John Hamilton Poem Title would not let me use dots between SOS