Please silence for the spoken one speaks
but his language is common, overly used
To be left out in the dark
In the cold
Frank
Quick the quickened do not run
Silence speaks
to deaf ears that hear
And speak words too taught to
hear.
But speak and sound be quiet still
The dark will come the light may be
the dark the light. Heaven!
Respond!
Do quiet look.
See See
see
Ah, the art of playing with words...! Brilliant! Entertaining, exhilarating, but deeply sad inside... I wonder how many understand this game... I share your love for the paradox: 'deaf ears that hear', 'silence speaks'. Our poems most likely share the same inspiration. How else could we both use the same references? Can't wait to read more from you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like the format of your poem and the play on words. A creative write definitely not like all others. Excellent write