Silent voices

Writers need readers as much as readers need writers.

Silent voices, 

that echo through time, 

without noises, 

words perceived by the mind.

A simple harmony, 

of word and text, 

flow like a melody, 

each letter after the next.

We can listen to you. 

We can feel you. 

Almost touch you... 

We can know you, 

by that silent voice, 

by your choice. 

By the ink that marks, 

mindful sparks. 

Like blood it flows, 

and it never goes. 

What's music with no listeners? 

What's poetry with no readers? 

It is for you that I do it. 

For all of you... 

My words are nothing without you, 

they cease to exist. 

Beyond any meaning, 

losing understanding. 

Like a book never read, 

be it happy or sad, 

or passionate and mad. 

We are a world, 

creating other worlds. 

A mind reaching another mind. 

And has the History has told, 

not so easy erased by time. 

Let your silent voices speak loud, 

and for thy work be proud. 

Creations should be shared, 

for all the ones who cared. 

Author's Note

Thank you so much for your visit and your review if you leave any.
Take good care.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I love this and not just the words but the attitude and optimism they reflect. I write for myself and my kids mostly, outside of songwriting. But my poetry will be forgotten like my very existence in time. I often feel like the words of Shelley, "Nothing beside remains round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, the lone and level sands stretch far away.” John Donne was mostly forgotten until championed by no less than Thomas Eliot. Maybe some future poet may find my scribblings and pull my memory from obscurity as well. But I have my doubts. I enjoyed the read. F.

[carl]

i'm sure it is selfishness on my part but I have done two books - more like 5x7 pamphlets of my stories, poems, and photos and given a copy to each of my five children. I also have hand written poems done by my maternal grandmother and and my dad and drawings by my mom when she was a young woman - these are very special to me and I intend to pass them on to my kids. Others may not encounter my musings but I want my kids to have them ( i'm sure most of that is a vain effort on my part not to disappear ) -carl

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Oh, Carl, I don't think so. I think it a valiant effort on your part to share part of yourself through your writings with your children. I hardly knew my own father. I mean, he was always there as provider and dad but I never "knew" him as a person. He kept much of himself to himself. He was a WWII vet and had been in many battles as a young man. I think it weighed greatly on his psyche. But those were adult things kids need not worry about. That was his way of sheltering us from the brutal realities of war I guess. Your kids are blessed you want to give to them a part of yourself and I'm certain, in time, they will come to that realization as well.

[The_Ancient_Rock]

I am glad my poem inspired such insights...
I am sure your family will remember you happily Carl.
And Fabian, I am not so sure about that...
They say once you put something in the web it stays forever. And your work is already touching lives through here. If even only one person reads my work I am already so happy. Thank you so much friends.
Your visit and reviews are welcome and appreciated.
Take good care.

[Amy R]

This poem speaks to the universal experience of human connection and the power of language to transcend barriers...

It is a reflection on the shared experience of writing and reading, and the impact that words can have on both the writer and the reader.

Thank you for sharing such a thought provoking poem.
-Amy

[QRamble]

For some reason this reminds me of the opening scene of the video game Chrono Cross lol. YouTube it if you don't know it.

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Awesome. I don't know, I will search.
Thank you so much for your visit and your review.
I am glad that you enjoyed this poem.
Take good care friend.

[carl]

in some ways I think this is what we are about ...
We can listen to you.
We can feel you.
Almost touch you...
We can know you, !!! ( emphasis mine )
yeah pretty much we seek to be known. - If a poet speaks in the forest and no one hears does he make a noise - or something like that. I feel I do write to help me understand myself and also the enjoyment of the work, but if no one reads I can probably just keep my thoughts to myself.

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Yes Carl, so true...
That was my point exactly friend.
I felt like doing this work thinking about all the writers and readers.
And we can still read the poets of old times, they are forever with us.
Thank you so much for your review and your visit.
Your words are very appreciated my friend.
Take good care.