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Doretha Wright Poem
Silence is golden or, so the saying goes.
But what is silence? Absence of sound, unspoken words, the stillness of the night?
Silence is a miracle of things.
Silence is a quiet serene place, a retreat from a noisy world.
Silence is a calm to a trouble mind and a weary soul.
Silence is peace in the middle of chaos, or a thought turned into a prayer.
Silence is a beautiful rare flower in a lush green meadow.
Silence are majestic snow-capped mountains standing tall above a valley.
Silence are the soft petals of a rose as they fall away from its stem making room for the new.
Silence is the breeze that blows gently across the hills of a countryside filled
with grazing sheep.
Silence is a colorful rainbow after a summer rain, and fluffy white clouds
in a clear, blue sky.
Silence is an eagle as it soars high across the sky in an upward flight.
Silence is the sun's rays as it rises in the morning bringing light to the world.
Silence is the twinkling of the stars, and the shinning of the moon as they
light up the dark sky.
Silence is the horizontal skyline over the ocean as the sunsets at dusk.
Silence is the snow falling gently on the ground, covering it with a pristine whiteness.
Silence is a leaf as it falls from a tree in Autumn.
Silence is the budding of a cherry blossom tree on a spring day.
Silence is the shadow of a palm tree on a hot, balmy day.
Silence is the reflection of a white swan as it swims gracefully across a crystal, clear lake.
Silence is a candle that lights up a corner in a dark room.
Silence is a secret kept until, it is ready to be told.
Hence, silence can both be seen and not heard but, it has voice.
Listen to the voice of silence as it speaks to the eyes of the beholder.
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Doretha Wright Poem
Savage
Why am I called a violent savage, uncivilized, unteachable, three-fifths of a person?
Yet, it was I who was obnoxiously chased by strange men who invaded my homeland.
As soon as their feet stepped on the soil of my homeland, sensing danger, bewildered and frightened, I ran for my life.
The taste of freedom in my soul was my motivation.
They spotted me, and they hunted me as a hunter hunts his game.
Running with an urgency to escape, my mind whirling like a hurricane thinking about my village, my siblings, my mother and my father.
I am but a young man perplexed, running and gasping for breath.
Finally, I collapsed from exhaustion, not able to escape the clutches of the strange men.
With the look of hostility on their faces they surrounded me to prevent me from escaping.
They were armed with guns, whips, long knives, shackles and chains.
When I tried to escape, they brutally struck me with a whip.
I cried out in my native tongue from a pain I have never felt before.
Violently, they beat me down until all the fight in me was gone.
When they had broken me, they chained my wrists and shackled my ankles.
They dragged me to a ship that was waiting by the river for the catch of the day.
I was cast into a small crowded room in the hull of that massive ship, horrified at what my eyes beheld.
Hundreds of my own people, male and female, young and old, shackled and chained to one another.
My soul groaned within me because, freedom had been viciously taken away.
Therefore, I now understand what a savage is.
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Doretha Wright Poem
The argosy moves along the mystic sea
The air mephilic to the nose
The sky is foggy and gray
The ernes are circling about looking for finny
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