Sigh: A Poem

The silence is exuberantly loud,
Making my ears pop,
Covering the noise of this world like a shroud.


Then suddenly I hear the noise of a lonely train,
Beckoning with a call,
Howling like a canine in search of the moon again.



I used to hear her public cry on nights such as these,
Escaping into books,
Portals to various adventures, my mind to appease.


The silence is now broken so I can think and hear,
Memories invading thoughts,
Slipping into dreamless sleep, moving into the clear.

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5 years ago

Sometimes it's referred to as a 'deafening silence', I think, more in a metaphorical sense. But when one is used to town noises as a constant background, the silence of the countryside can sometimes be almost physical on the ears in its intensity.

Nice poem.

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Ebower 5 years ago from Georgia Author

That's very true. 'Silence' is relative to where you live and according to what you're used to.


5 years ago

Yes, indeed.

Then there is Simon and Garfunkel, and 'The Sound of Silence'...


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Ebower 5 years ago from Georgia Author

Wow; what a compliment! I heard that song a few days ago in fact. Thanks!


5 years ago

Well, what with your fashion expertise and your now apparent liking for Simon and Garfunkel, I guess I'm increasingly getting the impression that you're something like a streetwise New Yorker, albeit from Georgia...

Maybe it was the 'Sound of Silence' that influenced your poem?

Blessings.


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Ebower 5 years ago from Georgia Author

Lol maybe so. Yes, perhaps it creeped into my inspiration.


5 years ago

I thought so! :)

Blessings.


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ubanichijioke 5 years ago from Lagos

Lovely and sweet poem. sometimes silence is golden and a time for meditation when it is punctuated it serves for other purposes too. Great poem


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Ebower 5 years ago from Georgia Author

Thanks, ubanichijioke! I don't think I could have explained it better. Thanks for sharing!


5 years ago

I was thinking that for some people used to big city life, with all its artificial stimulation, silence is something they almost fear, as if their conscience would be heard more if they stopped to think.

Another thoughtful poem, anyway.

Blessings.


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Ebower 5 years ago from Georgia Author

That's an interesting point. I feel that others fear silence, because they are afraid of being boring or maybe even the act of thinking too deepy. Thanks!


5 years ago

YW. And also, it has been said that the enemy of our souls keeps our minds buzzing, so we don't in quietness listen to our conscience....

Blessings.


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Ebower 5 years ago from Georgia Author

That's so true. I wonder sometimes if that's why we have so much technology that causes us to be distracted from working out our inner problems and having genuine relationships with others.


5 years ago

I must admit that my wife and I hold hands a lot. There's no substitute for spending quality time discussing, reflecting, praying, together.

Sending each other emails isn't the same (although we do this as well.)

Blessings.


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Ebower 5 years ago from Georgia Author

That's good and it's definitely true. I think technology is ok as long as it's not our only form of communication to each other.


5 years ago

Exactly. "The medium should never replace the message..."

Blessings.


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Ebower 5 years ago from Georgia Author

Good point!

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