Short Soundlessness Poems
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Words pass unspoken,
Louder than any that have been uttered,
In love, in passion, in frustration, in pain,
The soundlessness of the divine,
Clearly present in the refrain.
trees
upon
forest floor lie
underneath decaying
from yesteryear changing seasons
long past gleaned comforter of summers green
solace in soundlessness hollow,
nature's
home
6/22/2021
now wafered soundlessness is Lamb
yet diamond piercing His fleece
a lark offers sotto tones as harmony
cupped in dualism
wings flutter where it quintessentially quiver
hovering expectant for another silent mission
Here I am laying my
Soft bed down I'm
Thinking about tomorrow
Wishing for yesterday
when days before
I savored the banks of the
French Rivieras undisturbed
Soundlessness solitude of the
Quiet waves rolling placidly
Seemingly beaches ago a
Flock of fair feathered friends
Soaring being admired
falling back
water envelopes me
i am surrounded by nothing
nothing but the quiet of the
soundlessness of the confined water space
it surrounds me like a coffin
burying me in a stinging grave
blackness enters my mind
cold enters me, and starts to grind;
at my bones, inch by inch
away from the pain
i cannot flinch
it takes me over
inch by inch
Matter Of Fact
Sound Is Only
Movement
In A Fluid.
No Fluid, No Sound.
Hearing Requires
Something Moving
Elsewhere
In That Fluid.
Wet.
Gas.
Vast Expanse.
Emptiness and
Totally Solid (But Motionless)
Share Soundlessness
Like: Twins.
So?
* I Can't Possibly *
* Hear Myself Think. *
***
That Must Be: Magic
Or
An Absolute: Lie.
-Gray Squirrel
05-15-2025
Music Silenced
Songs of one's life time
drift on - without soul.
There is no tune that can carry.
Lyrics - but empty words,
words that lie upon pages,
pages without a voice to enlighten.
Spirit, in search of a wave,
light years lost to soundlessness,
songs, never to be sung, never to be heard.
Life, lived among silent cords,
cords that strangle the essence
of one's, life's aria, one's composition.
B. J. "A" 2
August 31, 2011