Friday, October 5, 2012

From the Archives...

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~


++  originally posted May 3, 2011 on Nancy*McKay...tea & a little photography  ++

2 comments:

  1. What a beautiful picture and poem. I can only imagine you standing tall. xx

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  2. I can almost hear the whispering and murmuring of the wind in the tall grasses as I read your moving poem.

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