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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

Date: 7/16/2012 3:43:00 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
Date: 7/16/2012 7:48:00 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

Date: 7/16/2012 3:05:00 PM

Last line is marvelous. Loved your philosophical poem. Always, bl

David O'Haolin Whalen
Date: 7/16/2012 7:50:00 PM

thanks for your comment bl, and if I haven't already been to your blog I will be soon.

David Williams

Date: 7/14/2012 1:03:00 PM

David I like this a lot, if for the lips contest, good luck...David