The sounds of silence, sometimes...
sometimes i find myself
standing still
silently
listening
to the flow of sound
around me.
it bends, sways & swirls
it whispers and it whistles
half truths & sad songs
of unkept promises & broken dreams
of old souls on bended knees
warriors lost to conquerers
&
in the silence of speech
i weep
sometimes.
while i'm standing
tall.
~nMc~
~nMc~
++ originally posted May 3, 2011 on Nancy*McKay...tea & a little photography ++
What a beautiful picture and poem. I can only imagine you standing tall. xx
ReplyDeleteI can almost hear the whispering and murmuring of the wind in the tall grasses as I read your moving poem.
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