Silence is a Myth

Night fills the air with sound

Wisps of air brushing across stilted leaves

Predator and prey bound

Toward death and salvation

Shrieking, their terrific cries resound,

Resonate toward the starry sky

Echo across the sprawling landscape

City sounds, sirens, engines, machinery

Reply cold familiar mortality

Lifeless and life rending meetings plenary

On the concrete streets, in the steel mountains

Pushing, always pushing, into greenery

Once held open and pure

Gifted to stewards gone mad and unsure

Silence is a myth

Even when still, thoughts curl the mind

Rush like wind through the Reaper's scythe

Spill onto the lips, moving not talking

Disrupting the thoughtless blithe

Foggy daydream lulling the steward to sleep

With a Voice so still and small it cannot be ignored

"Awake, O sleeper and rise from the dead..."*

*from Ephesians 5:14

Author's Note

Any and all comments and suggestions welcome.

Reviews

[Sophy Freebirds]

Silence- you have gone into the depth of this word here.. "thoughts curl the mind". Its the tine for self introspection.you have taken this verb and woven this beautiful poem around it.Yes awake from your inactive mind and move towards activity. I really liked this piece.full of wise words

~Sophy

[Briana O'Connor]

The way you went beyond simplicity added added depth and a broader sense of creativity to this piece. The way you started the poem with the songs of the night was an instant attention grabber. Each line vividly described even the faintest whispers of the dark. The second verse continued to create scenes for those who paint well in the depths of their imaginations, however it didn't seem to fit one particular scene like the first verse did. Nothing wrong with that, of coarse. It just threw me off a bit going from night to random excerpts(that were very descriptive and still well written) The final verse is my favorite. I was mesmerized by the way you proved that silence is never actually present, even when the ears can not hear, the mind always can. That was just beautiful. The added scripture at the end was the cherry on top of the chocolate covered cherry double fudge sundae! Thank you for sharing and keep up the good work.

[Jack Wolfe]

Reply coldly familiar mortality ( a lot of 'y's')

Your last stanza was great and captivating, stillness and silence, are indeed a myth, its up to the perceptual eye, spirit, soul to perceive.