David O'Haolin Whalen Poet Rhyme

Sound of Silence

Expectant feel 
In dark of night
Lips squeezed to seal 
“gainst words held tight

Pregnant silence
mayhaps born of fear
No words or whispers
Caress one’s ear

Black glove of velvet
Holds tight the hush
Of careless words 
In callous crush

Peace hides deep
In quiet’s keep
Yet shares it’s lair
With fear

Silence…ominous…
Peaceful, deep
Sparce…voluminous
Carbon black in mystery steeped

Creature of comfort?
“thing” to fear?
What tis this “silence”
That we e’er need to hear?

Tis composed of stardust
Of dark matter deep
That cradles our trust in
Quiescent quest of sleep

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Tanya Harrington July 16, 2012 at 3:43 PM Talk about flow- wow, love this. I find myself holding my breath as I read it. ps. Thanks for your wonderful comment! Tanya David O'Haolin Whalen July 16, 2012 at 7:48 PM Thanks Tanya, for your kind comments, which are not, I hope simply prompted by mine to you. Trust me, if I don't think something is good I'll simply not say anything at all, so a comment from me means that I find true merit in a write.

Bl Devnath July 16, 2012 at 3:05 PM Last line is marvelous. Loved your philosophical poem. Always, bl David O'Haolin Whalen July 16, 2012 at 7:50 PM thanks for your comment bl, and if I haven't already been to your blog I will be soon.

David Williams July 14, 2012 at 1:03 PM David I like this a lot, if for the lips contest, good luck...David