Sounds

Thy Mind has sunk deep, silence encroaching, entombing, encompassing, but thy Soul is alive with the sounds it lovest best. In the style of Walt Whitman.

Now there is silence, thy Mind whispers not a thought

Not a sense nor a concept, nor a vision nor a phrase

Thy Mind has sunk deep, silence encroaching, entombing, encompassing, but thy Soul is alive with the sounds it lovest best

Sounds of thy Heart, drumming, beating, pattering softly in thy chest, a steady beat

Sounds of thy Breath, flowing like life in and out and never-ending

Sounds of thy Warmth, liquid flowing through all of thou and keeping thy cheeks rosy and alive

Sounds of thy Life, the harmonious melody that has peacefully slow’d but not yet stopp’d

Thy face is not strained, contorted, with the burdens of life every-day, but smooth’d like silk with thy rest of the night

Thy fingers are not curl’d hard at work, but lay open and gentle, as if waiting for a partner to slip in-between

Thy hair lays free and loose, a wild mess more beautiful than pins and spray

Thy lips are not press’d thin and tugging down, but part slightly and relax, almost curling up

Thy eyes are closed, lids still and peaceful, not a flicker of movement to be found

Thy Mind is at rest, silent, mute, not a whisper to be heard or an image to be seen

Thy Soul is at rest in a way that differs, creating a song that lulls the Mind and keeps it peacefully in place

The song will break, the Mind will wake, when the morning sun rises high

But ‘till the darkness fades, disperses, evaporates, while the shadows still remain and the light has yet to penetrate the blissful rest

The song will play, the Sounds will flow

And the only silence at all is deep within the Mind

Author's Note

I wrote this for a creative writing class where we were assigned to chose a poet and write something in an imitation of their style. Being one of my absolute favorites, I chose Walt Whitman. I found him very difficult to imitate, but my teacher adored the product of my labor.

Reviews

[Kalen Luciano]

I love the neat poem and although I haven't read too much of Walt Whitman, it was a good imitation!