Silence

by

Alan C. Keimig

The solitary quiet a dark
Emptiness the space filled
With the lull no sound not
Even the click of a clock,
The silence is steady a ring
In the ears our own memory
Is all we hear. The deafening
Dull humming of us at attention
Breath held, eyes cocked, nothing
Is loud, nothing is full, nothing
Is almost too much for too long
Too suddenly too still. The
Clear wood sound of a stopped
Metronome, the rhythm of
Steady time constant end of
The swing the clok clok, clok,
With space between we hark
To our hearts and listen ready
For a sound in silence made.

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by: John William McGrath III
from: Mesa, AZ, US

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