The leaves are gone; the world’s gone to sleep
The grass is brown the earth is dark and bare
And if you look beyond that silent peak
Silence is there
Then in the morning when the world’s young
When all the children still sigh in their sleep
Before the fog is lifted from the ground
Silence creeps
But when the flames of fires touch your eyes
When everything you’ve loved leaves you alone
When even moons refuse to wax and wane
Silence moans
So I will walk upon this sidewalk loud
And sing old songs that have no melody
In hopes that with this lonely clamoring
Silence leaves
Wonderful work. You have a very unique poetic voice. Write on, Ben. Warm regards, Sandra
Ben this is just beautiful your words are so true and I think Sandra has said it all. brilliant work Cheers Sylvie
But when the flames of fires touch your eyes When everything you’ve loved leaves you alone When even moons refuse to wax and wane Silence moans So I will walk upon this sidewalk loud And sing old songs that have no melody In hopes that with this lonely clamoring - - - - - - -Wow- -so beautiful and so touching! !
But when the flames of fires touch your eyes When everything you’ve loved leaves you alone When even moons refuse to wax and wane Silence moans........leaving silence., moaning silence........ fire everywhere consuming..........and you in the middle.......... great imagination and portrayal........... thank u dear poet. tony
A lovely diction, well articulated and nicely penned. A deep and nice poem. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
There is such depth and soul in this poem Ben that it is quite breathtaking. Another literary masterpiece and I salute you for it. xxx
This is really good. You are very talented. Take care and much love Lindsay eskimemo32@uti.com
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'lonely clamoring'- i like that. This poem has nice pacing and is very satisfying.