Sound Of Silence

It is the calm before the storm —
and the deepest of feelings
before being expressed.
It is the 3am
in the arms of a lover —
and the pause
before the kiss.
It is the sun
being swallowed
by the ocean —
and the watchful moon
robbed of speech in solitude.
It is the thought before the prayer —
and the lips that are closed
over all that love cannot say.
It is the shadow that falls
upon a gravestone in twilight —
and the sound of grass
as it grows.
It is the rose petals
that yawn
in the morning sun —
and the clock
that ran out of time.
It is the hummingbird
that lost its wings —
and the rainbow
that pierces the sky.
It is the star
before it turns to dust —
and tears
wept in sleep.
It is the feather
that falls to the ground —
and the lamb
soon after the slaughter.
It is the sound
of a snowflake melting —
and the taste
before the swallow.
It is the wink of an owl —
and one moment
after someone
has taken
their last breath.
It is the sound a bird makes —
after it has fallen
dead from the nest.
It is the canvas
before the paint —
and the promise
that’s unfulfilled.
It is contemplation…
before the poet’s next word —
and the candle after the flame dies.

These are just a few of the things I hear.

© Literary Remains

17 thoughts on “Sound Of Silence

  1. Some people think of silence as a time when nothing is happening. What I love about your poem is how in most descriptions you give, it is the pause before…. the anticipation of….. there is movement happening. Life continues, even in the silence. This is a beautiful piece. Thank you for sharing it.

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