CURVE OF SILENCE
cloud may rain by apprehension
there may be luscious green
in the garden of motley heaven
as the grin ripples by the river
we wish earthly craving in undertone
by the musty dream from within
the own garden of passion or beyond
to decipher the curve of earthly code
to decode the earthly curve?
do we ever mean what meant to be
by the mute smile of mottled mist
over the lips of tipsy desire
the gentle whisper of blue mountain
the mystery by the oceanic wave
the speechless frigid words of snow
all when silent in their own ways
a silence wonderfully whispered, in amoment of the self silence in the middle of laughing birds, in the middle of the wanting ocean..while seeking a silent shore, a slowly walking touches to her doors while the shy shore closed the eyes with a falling silent tear....deep screaming genious silent silence..10++++++
A poem profound in thought and well knitted in imagery with rhythm of its own. Those who cannot understand the silence fail to understand the genial under current of the soul too. They can just blurt out as busrsting bubbles on the waves of worldly waters. CP
Nice poem, Dr.Kar: please keep it coming and all the best
A poem which drifts serenely the reader's mood in a peaceful reverie...
The poem leaves me speachless in awe and adiration- '- to decode the earthly curve? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - the gentle whisper of blue mountain the mysteryby the oceanic wave the speechless frigid words of snow All when silent in their ownways'.- - - Profound expression of silence.
Words can't express Silence just the SILENCE express itself. undertone, mute, speechless, to decipher the curve of earthly code, whisper, mystery -> charm of SILENCE well penned poem 10 for YOUR SILENCE.
Silence in some cases is much more eloquent than words...A good poem and message!
This poem is a thought provoking piece. Sometimes silence is all that is needed. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Two important opposites are silence and the heard. Keats wrote that silence is part of the audible world. Silence is various. The silence of a frozen brook is different from the silence of a sleeping bird and the silence of a mountain at night. This kind of curve would end up just repeating themselves, like they'd returned for an encore with nothing new left to play, and while these moments of silence can be self-fulfilling, the more insidious problem is that they constrain your understanding to a single axis, and you miss all that is essential. lovely poem....10++++ from me