Tuesday, 17 August 2010

The Silence Is Loud


This is the second of the poems that were birthed two nights ago.





The Silence Is Loud - 15 Aug 10

Silence will remain
Shouting across the sand
Trying to take us back
Into the place
Where we were
And still are...
In my mind

Forgotten times
Where our toys
Lie abandoned
Playroom ignored
The places in our minds
Allowed to remain
Gathering dust
Cobwebs
Tired memories
Wishing they could return
To live again

Take my hand
We can try to bring them back
All we have to do
Is want
They wait...
Patiently
For our touch





This poem would have appeared yesterday if I hadn't been interrupted by a lovely walk to the sea.
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1 comment:

  1. Luna8 September 2010 at 14:10

    vivid....sorrow....longing....

    memories hold power
    yesterday takes us back
    tomorrow into life unlived
    and sometimes ignoring
    the present
    in dreams
    we can be in all places
    at all times
    so in your mind
    be
    do
    experience
    do not wish
    you have the power
    to make it so :~)

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