The air of invisibility remains the same

If I told you

it was funny

you would laugh.

If I told you

it was sad

You’d cry.

If I told you less

you’d want more.

If I told you

I had nothing

you’d leave.

I enjoyed the quietness - 

the solitude of being 

in the still, alone

where the nothingness

reverberated like the

 sea in a sea shell

held against my ear

waves of silence.

I saw the image 

of a hermit once

I wondered what happened 

to his shell

he wandered the vast sands

of time searching for answers 

he never found.

He disappeared

his hour glass broken

footprints in the sand

I found his shell

the same waves

of silence echoed

through the walls

of my thoughts.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime. We have find our proper place already Andrew.
"I found his shell
the same waves
of silence echoed
through the walls
of my thoughts."
Some the silence, can steal our joy. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you John for your generous reviews my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome Andrew.

[willweb]

Definitely a stream of consciousness piece that grabs the reading and takes along on this journey with you. Very cool indeed.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you very much for reading and commenting.

[Red Brick Keshner]

I wonder what the inside of a hermit's dreams are like in his more that a spin cycle from hell rather than a walkabout; or had the grains of desert sand file away his inanities. And it is quite invisible and indivisible still. This is such exquisite torment Andrew! getting into gear for the turnover of the calendar, it sounds like.

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks Frederick sometimes I just do a raving spill and see where it takes me after doing a night shift. Hardly get a review for these but I have fun.