Silence comes on morning fog
shrouding life in grey and white
drifting in, an epilogue
to what has come before, at night,
the starry skies and canorous moon
hidden behind the shadowy clouds–
but listen–silence sings a tune
sometimes soft, sometimes loud,
in the susurration of wind and rain,
in the scurrying from dusk till dawn,
in hearts that beat again and again
there’s never silence till we’re gone.
Dwight, guesting hosting the dVerse poet’s bar, has asked us to write about silence.
And of course, the moon never stops humming…
Of course–that’s a constant. Isn’t it weird some people can’t hear her?
They’re just not listening the right way 🙂
🙂
so beautiful
Thank you, Beth!
Simon and Garfunkel would love your sounds of silence
Aww–thank you, Derrick. I hope they would. 🙂
Il silenzio ci presta la sua magia per trovarci nel nostro cuore. Bella la tua poesia.
I love this! There is no silence until you are gone! Those songs that run through our head though silent are vibrant and alive and full of sound!
Thank you so much, Dwight. I’m glad you liked this!
Nice sound to this. And nice last line: “there’s never silence till we’re gone”
Thank you very much, Frank. I’m glad you liked the sound of this.
What a canorous poem! It has many depths of sound, a delight to the ear. Cool.
Thanks so much, D.! 🙂
I like soothing feel of this.
Thank you, Ken.
Yes, this just hums along…love your way with rhyme 🙂
Thank you very much, Lynn! 🙂
Oh yes… silence is the sweet littlest sounds… I love your list.
Thank you, Björn!
Perfect timing for me because we have a light fog this morning.
I planned it. 😉
Thank you!
🙂
So lovely–images, rhythm, all of it. I hear that silence singing. (K)
Thanks so much, Kerfe!
I love those opening lines, Merril, silence singing a tune, and ‘there’s never silence till we’re gone’.
Thanks so much, Kim!
It is interesting to think of the moon as canorous (thanks for introducing me to a new word!).
You’re welcome! I think the moon hums or sings all the time, so it fits. 🙂