The house is so silent, no men, no kids, no pets Four walls to listen to the sound of my regrets My memories they linger when I close my eyes Those wonderful days when I was so wise The cry of a baby, the sound of the door The cats, the dogs, the children Running round the floor All of them gone now, the house is so still I turn up the music the silence to kill My friends and my lovers no longer around I look at the phone it makes never a sound But all is not lost from my hopes and my dreams I sometimes imagine some magical schemes Of places to go to and great food to eat Of wonderful lovers and people to meet So silence abounds but for only a while And if I try very hard I can muster a smile Is silence a sound or a feeling inside? Tell me, I'll listen with my eyes open wide.....
Silence is both a sound (The sound of Silence) and a feeling (of emptiness) that it gives of no one else around. Good write. Keep the eyes wide open Buffybear.
I know silence it's my constant companion but when I really listen to silence I hear the tick of the clock I hear the dog breathe I hear a blackbird sing through the open door so there's silence that is loneliness and I know it well but there's silence that is our inability to hear the natural world alive around us ....a bee just buzzed in my open door that to me is the sound of summer . So listen out from the silence of your inner world and let the natural world sing it's song to comfort you because it's my true consolation in my often lonely life. Loneliness is like grief that is unending so what I strive to do is connect with what soothes me .yes of course we would love t a human hand a voice but sometimes that won't happen so make a connection with the world in a different way through meditation through creativity and accept loneliness may never end that for many of us its our destiny ......
In Vacation Bible School with the kids as crew leader - we were told by the head one as part of the teaching to be silent for one WHOLE minute - no small feat with kids - but they did!! They were to listen for God speak and we DID hear him in the birds singing - wind blowing - smells of the flowers and all the other senses other than hearing. Very heartfelt poem. Thanks for sharing.
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and a feeling (of emptiness) that it gives of
no one else around. Good write. Keep the
eyes wide open Buffybear.
Kathy