An Ode to Silence

Darkness, light,

does it really matter which?

In my soul or out

a place where

fog caress my body

Where not but phantoms,

shadows pass

The world sees not, hears not

hiding all in perfect bliss

of isolation sublime.

Knowing this thing can't last

that life needs life

or not exists;

I though separate

accustomed to myself

not needing company

to be whole,

so there I went

to go somewhere else.


Enjoying the journey

as I went, going somewhere

alive and obnoxious but necessary.

In my mind, though,

a lover it remained

in that place enticing,

beaconing me to return and play;

to waltz with spirits,

sing with sprites,

enjoy the unheard whispers from the grass

where stones mark the seating

arrangement for my morbid feast

gluttony on the things unheard, unseen

There my mind remains

even with life and living

doing their worst

waiting reunion

nothing more.

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b. Malin 6 years ago

It is a "dark Poem"...but very intriguing...It's amazing where we allow our mind to flow to get the results we want. Well done.


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Jaggedfrost 6 years ago Author

Yes, and the trip into the darkness of our minds and out again with a little more self actualized honesty is worth every syllable I could put down.


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Jaggedfrost 6 years ago Author

Yeah, like any half decent poet, I am dark souled and proud of it... wait... who is proud that hath room to be ashamed that life seems permitted to defile the free spirit of his pen? To be defiled is pleasure? Heaven cant allow... maybe I aught to finish this one in a hub... crap. lol

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