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Deafening Sound Called Silence

Updated on August 6, 2014
Murphy Dome near Fairbanks, Alaska
Murphy Dome near Fairbanks, Alaska | Source

In the darkness, I can see

Aurora Borealis, dancing free

Ghosty lights of winter's boon

Making love to acient moon

Upon a hill, across the way

Toppling trees hardly sway

Under firmament of starry night

Snow-capped branches glisten white

Gentle winds like frosty breath

My lips turn blue, feigning death

Numb nose and tingling ears

Rosy cheeks belie my years

Faraway, on distant rise

A lone drifter deftly cries

Lupine sorrow, a tender shrill

Evading spirit, standing still

In its moment, time and place

I hear the howl on mountain base

Few if any, souls should hear

A haunting melody, do I fear

A constant cue on Murphy Dome

This isolation, which I call home

Subsistence living upon the land

All alone, not a helping hand

Frost on breath at forty-below

Knee deep in drifting snow

Trapped am I, in subsidence

This deafening sound called silence

Dancing Lights

Murphy Dome
Murphy Dome | Source

Map of the Interior

Personal Note

I once lived in a cabin during the dead of winter, in the lonely wilds of Murphy Dome, an isolated location miles outside of Fairbanks, Alaska.

The extraordinary conditions of living all alone, save for my nearest neighbor, an Iditarod Musher who lived in a glowing tent, a half-mile down the hill alongside his team of dogs was an experience I shall never forget. Sometimes the Aurora Borealis or as some would say, the Northern Lights came so close that you might reach out and touch its shimmering glow.

If you're lucky enough to have really lived, then you will know that which I speak ...

a deafening sound called silence.

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    ziyena 3 years ago from Southern Colorado

    Thank you Eddy :)

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    Eiddwen 3 years ago from Wales

    Frost on breath at forty-below

    Knee deep in drifts of hard-packed snow

    Listening, while trapped in subsidence

    A deafening sound called silence

    Loved this final verse and voting up. Also looking forward to so many more by you now.


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    Martin Kloess 3 years ago from San Francisco

    Thank you for painting your experience so wonderfully.

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    Michele Travis 3 years ago from U.S.A. Ohio

    Wonderful and beautiful. The poetry and the pictures go perfectly together

    Thank you for writing this.

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    ziyena 3 years ago from Southern Colorado

    Thank you Ms Dora :)

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    Dora Isaac Weithers 3 years ago from The Caribbean

    What beautiful phrases including the title! A wonderful share. Thank you!

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    ziyena 3 years ago from Southern Colorado

    We really lived, did we not? Hugs Bil

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    Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

    Been there and done that. For me it was in Akiachak, Alaska, about thirty miles east of Bethel in the interior tundra goodness, the things I remember about that land...forty below is.....rejuvenating, is it not? LOL

    Lovely as always my friend.

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    ziyena 3 years ago from Southern Colorado

    It's a different kind of silence. You're so alone that you can almost hear the earth, moaning, growing, breathing ... truly amazing Thank BW

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    Shauna L Bowling 3 years ago from Central Florida

    Ziyena, it must have been awesome to experience the Aurora Borealis. I can only imagine the beauty. I understand what you mean about deafening silence. To me, silence is disturbing. I need the sounds of nature and music in my life at all times.

    Beautiful poetry and pictures!

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    ziyena 3 years ago from Southern Colorado

    The words and memory have been waiting to escape for a very long time. Finally :)

    Thanks Michael

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    cleaner3 3 years ago from Pueblo, Colorado

    ZZz... this is a beautiful poem with great pictures..

    nice work Zzzz.. wow .. your words fit exactly..


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    ziyena 3 years ago from Southern Colorado

    The memory never leaves my mind. I'm glad I could share the experience. Thank you

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    Sunny River 3 years ago from A Place Without A Name which resides somewhere between Fantasy and Belief, just north of Reality

    Just beautiful. Love reading this. The adventure it took my mind on was absolutely wonderful. :)

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