Un-Vocal.

 

 

Un-Vocal.

 

A little silence mothers the truth for folk
who dare seek and embrace
the almost heard,
for if not smothered stillness comes close  
to beauty of wisdom waiting
underneath sound
to beget more learning than before known.

 

Only to those who seek calm in un-vocal
can notes of non-sonance
compose relief  
and produce mind's needful inner coping
as quietness births alchemy's
halcyon-hushed
balm for core-healing the heart and soul.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I love your poem & your message, which describes my life of living alone in the wilderness. I don't hear a human voice for months at a stretch. It's surprising how much better a person I've become since living an un-vocal existence for 10 years. Lots of times readers say they love my writing, but my words are hard to follow. This poem of yours strikes me that way, too. It helps me experience how some people read me & get tangled up in my words. I don't believe this is a good or bad thing. It's just the way the muse puts it out there, sometimes. I had to slow down to untangle the way your words come across & often slowing down is necessary in life (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Fay Slimm]

Dear Margie - you honour my efforts at trying to describe the quiet benefits of listening to silence living alone surrounded by wilderness must be something which enriches the soul........ thank you buckets for this encouraging review..... (huggles galore) - Fay