Reading the poet Sandra Fowler
The phone is quiet
Daughter and wife sleep
Clack of the keyboard
Tick of mantle clock
The power of silence
In a noisy world
Sometimes will break through
Sometimes receives its due.
Extraordinary! Yes in Sandra's poems too you see the magical silence.
A fine tribute to the best poetess on this site. A brief moment of peace is bliss, indeed. The clacking of the keys in the quiet of the night is satisfaction indeed, for those who seek fine music.
I am deeply touched. 'Silence ' is beautiful. It is an honor to be read by such an eloquent poet. Blessings to you, Bill, now and always. Warmest regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Action in seemingly inaction is silence. Our mother earth rotates on its axis silently at the rate of 15 degrees per hour, making a full rotation in 24 hours and goes one full round around the sun in 365 days. God does not speak, but acts in silence day and night. Bill Grace's 'Silence' speaks well of Sandra Fowler and her silent works. The world is full of such silent majority, who are left to remain behind the curtain always.