Words

Sometimes
the words
come rushing
racing
over troubled terrain
I am speechless
and drowning
in too many
words

Memories
are nothing
like now
I have no words
as I sit
on this fallen log
drawing
symbols
and signs
in the dark
earth
silent incantations
over lips
frozen
with forgotten desire

Alone
and yet
one more voice
in a Greek chorus
of voices

Accidental magic
and mayhem
wandering
among
broken words
looking
desperately seeking
mine

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Days of Sound and Silence

Some days
are made
purely of sound
voices
car doors
trolley wheels
squeaking
on concrete

and silence

I let my eyes shut
and I can hear
one dull roar
a cacophony
of sound

until I focus
my attention
on the silences

Our silences
hold our lives
together
give structure
to a world
that becomes
more meaningless
every day

Silence

until my boot
splashes
through a puddle
while a small bird
hidden
in an already
leafy shrubbery
serenades me
as all sound
and all silences
become music

magic
hanging off
one
long
trailing
note

4 April 2018
Sussex Coast, England

Day 4 of 30 poems in 30 days for Na/GloPoWriMe

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Sunday 28 November 2010: A Tree Embraces the Dying of the Light

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I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day. ~Vincent Van Gogh

Dreams are only thoughts you didn’t have time to think about during the day. ~Author Unknown

I relax
at the coming of night

I always have

These days
they come faster

Days
have less meaning
Less fear

The anxiety
is still there

Waiting
for a wrong step

At night
my soul whispers

And sighs
at the silence