Monday, 10 January 2011

SILENCE


Where there are listeners
there is no silence.
Either the sounds
of the listeners’ minds
rebound
from the boundlessness of space,
or the universe itself pounds
out a multivociferous chatter;
the sound of reaching out,
selecting
rejecting
and pain;
coming together
and falling apart again.



THERE ARE SILENCES

There are silences
born of stillness
others that are discovered
when something snaps:
a cloud,
a stick,
a thought.
(A life).



New Project: "MY MIND", "MY BODY"


2 comments:

  1. I particularly like the second poem. The silences which surround these moments of stick snapping are like the silences which surround the notes in music and ultimately through which meaning is born.

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