Spoken Silence
Trapped
in the traffic's tumult,
tormented by a discordant blare
of horns that shake my car from behind,
I'm told:
Noise is listened to here.
Set free
by remembering
the quiet that seeped into the wood
and stones of the abbey, peaceful place,
whispering:
Silence is spoken here.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2008
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