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.
Silence can be more than words Empty words echoing in an empty world...................... resonance still persits by the silence, history yet reverberates in its vale, echoes when come out across the cliff the world opens its pages of painted art by the life and living.............excellent flow of thought to a height of hill top raving across the moonlit valley but seeming lonely and alone exulting the impeccable metaphors and imagery ingenuiousy, well penned,10+, thanks for sharing
Hello. I'd like to inform you that I used the first stanza of your poem in a competition speech of mine on solitude, in which I credit you. I thought it was beautiful. Let me know if that's a problem. Thanks.
I agree - the sense is in the silences. There is so much to listen to, we cannot hear any more. Excellent poem, Rani. Fx
being alone is knowing, a lovely line and your exploration of the theme is really beautiful.10
Silence can be more than words Empty words echoing in an empty world... ...................................................... Beautifully write. Very often, silence - gold... 10... Tsira
Very good poem Rani, excellent flow and rhyme Kind regards Louie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I haven't realized many things in this poem that were mentioned. A 10