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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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