voices inside silences

 

So much noise 

In the middle of this silence

The voices of others talking inside me

Moaning

Crying

Shouting

Sobbing

….

               There are also some laughs

               And soft beautiful words

               Specially coming from children

               Those are not allowed to rule the world

Mostly the voices are complaining

Everything is always wrong

The weather

The health

The money

The other people and things

Such sad world we live in
...

               So I hold the hands of children

               And I hold my own hand 

               Not give up

But if I give up one day

I know:

The world will continue 

               With out me

               And the children will grow up

               To be just voices inside silences

Reviews

[Donald Meikle]

This echoes as it warps through time whispering of honesty

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

This piece was an amazing write. Well done!

[Michael X]

angi, you have an artistic knack for word play an form that intently captivates your word choice,
what I enjoy most is the way the insight leaves the reader with a feeling of added knowledge.
this is heartfully aspiring

[Steffi]

Really wonderful write! The flow was really wonderful and it was a very inspired and insightful read.

[Helena]

Oh how beautiful this was to read today. Angi thank you for sharing this insightful poem.

Hugs Helena

[Gandré]

Kids kiss those lovely eyes
of hundred dreams, hearts or
tapers begun to glow
their famished lips came alive.

buds and blossoms,
their moons and stars
are just humbled rivals
to bend and bow!

their souls uplift.
their reasons awake.
all gods smile; and bless
their globe.

you wrote a wonderful poem, angi !!
I loved "So I hold the hands of children And I hold my own hand Not give up"-----oh.. exactly so it is. wonderful love. so innocent so true !!!