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Being alone is knowing
That in in this solitary splendour
Solitude, stark and staring,
Solitude, singing a lullaby
Solitude, singing a dirge
Surrounded by so many sundry things;
Things seen and unseen
Factors known and unknown
Solitude singing softly, chanting without ranting
Solitude’s songs that sing of solemn things
Silence singing golden songs
Silence healing ancient wrongs
If only silence could be
More than a memory
More than history
Silence can be more than words
Empty words echoing in an empty world
Echoing in empty valleys
Silence unspoken, unspoken, unbroken
Transfixed by time.
Rani Turton
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Flora Gillingham (7/22/2008 8:59:00 AM)
I agree - the sense is in the silences. There is so much to listen to, we cannot hear any more. Excellent poem, Rani.
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Mamta Agarwal (7/21/2008 8:46:00 PM)
being alone is knowing, a lovely line and your exploration of the theme is really beautiful.10 |
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