there is a peace
deep-rooted
that echoes through
as if by some enchantment
its gentle breeze rolls
tumbling in slow motion
toward the lands
barely disturbing
skies of azure blue
wispy clouds serene
quiet and disarming
suspended in mid air
midstream as if
to hold back time
barely a whisper
disturbing the enchantment
of a midsummer afternoon
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on January 1, 2022 for contest A STRAND (1044) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
LOOK!!!!
LISTEN!!!
were the words my mind displayed.
As you passed by talking on your cellphone, today.
LOOKING & LISTENING,
I questioned internally my thoughts,
thinking, without speaking,
just mouth wide open,
would not shut!!!!
LOOKING & LISTENING,
Ooooo Weeeeee,
how can this be????
one woman can possess,
an abundance of beauty,
finesse,
grace, class, & style,
with an infectious voice,
and beautiful smile.
LOOKING,
Amazed, in sheer disbelief.
Only to be disappointed,
LISTENING,
As your love,
pulls up,
next to the curb,
with a loving word,
to open your door,
with a kiss, and a hug;
promises of later, more.
Only with me with,
wishing and watching,
in disbelief,
mumbiling,
inaudible things!!!!!
When spoken words shall finally melt
into inaudible, rhythmic beats,
ceasing to be conceptual speech,
we shall then truly understand,
and be understood for what we are,
for this the heavens I beseech!
the soul has eyes,
more visionary than visual,
that see through
dark caverns of pretensions
where hollow,
hypnotic hypocrisy resounds,
which, to the eavesdropping ear,
is completely
inaudible;
the soul has ears,
more sensuous than sensory,
that hear
the faintest throbbing of life itself,
there in the blood,
vibrant, visible in every vein,
which, by the most watchful eye,
is completely
unseen.
is this how you
[hide]
lie
act so fake
do you find it okay
to act like this
[to lie to everyone ::ourselves::]
you lie
to yourself
to me to make everyone else happy
[ignoring my ::our:: hearts]
cant you see what your doing
[to me...]
do you think
[i'm happy]
[its ok to be like this]
please
[i beg you]
either
be real
or be fake by yourself
[because....]
....im done
with this
[but hopefully....]
not you....
but its your choice...
I was minding my own business
When I overheard a conversation
That failed to have words.
Sounds absurd…but it’s true.
I didn’t know what to do
But understood what was said
At the same time music
And the mute conversation entering my head,
But the inaudible sounds
And the hands moving up and down
Got me so caught up in the mute dialogue
That I forgot others were around.
So as I come to,
And I reach the train station
I realize that
I live in a gifted nation.
So I got off of the train
And those two were the only ones left
Now that was an amazing encounter
With two people that were deaf.
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