the frivolous chatter within, fissures in your mind crammed with doubt and guilt, banters that sound like old records
churning thoughts on bedsides ring.
no visitors knocking, no more bartering, close the eyes for deep listening
be not deceived, the sounds of this world are forever convoluted.
the perfect acoustics of silent spaces, grow naturally like the red poppy
make place to be with the tinkle of spring, blue skies and whistling winds.
You’ve been running. Pause. Write in silence now.
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What a beautiful poem, Sonia ! Yes, I have been searching this silence for long and it resonates strongly.
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Thanks again.
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Silence and writing. I’ve Been trying to achieve that for quite some time. Glad to meet someone who has achieved it.
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I’m trying to get there.
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” Pause. Write in silence now.” should be a mandatory wall poster for all creators. Loved the introspective and reflective mood of the poem. You’ve landed at a wise pause. Enjoy:)
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Thanks again for stopping by💐💐
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Happy New Year!
Love the poem… wise advice, Sonia!
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Thank you Michelle 💐💐 Happy New Year!
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That says a Lot ✨short and Nice Poem.. ✨🥳
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Thanks Simon. Glad you could relate.
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‘the perfect acoustics of silent spaces, grow naturally like the red poppy
make place to be with the tinkle of spring, blue skies and whistling winds.’
How beautiful! And I love the photo.
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I think your poem speaks for a lot of us, myself included.
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