Listening Poem by Evevona Plummer

Today was day where I just felt like being in silence. Because like my teacher Ms. Mayes say there’s always a time to be silence and listen to what is going on around you. Let me explain my listening. Listening is when I am walking by myself thinking of tomorrow. Listening is what fills me with a binding eternal link to myself confidence.
There’s Listening in my inner child, and my outer adult.
Listening wrapping around my pulsing city walls. My Listening helps me fill this hollow world with the choices I make in life. My Listening is an absence and profound style.
Listeningis a conversation being had without sound. My Listening is an expression one that cannot be heard. My Listening can’t be spoken although it is a word I in my heart.
Listening is a presence of great nothingness. My Listening can be something and yet cease to exist. Listening can fill a room
and have no mass at all. For Listening is what silence is
something that is nothing that exists.