Eternity Of Silence Poem by Marieta Maglas

Eternity Of Silence

Rating: 4.9


The wings were struggling
On a leaden sky,
Distorting the space and time
Sinusoidally...

The eternity of silence,
Was dividing my morbidity,
It was separating the flight
From oblivion.

I needed to escape
From the illusion, that absorbs everything
And from the disillusionment, that digest all....

So, give me your warm hand.
I know, it is the hand of a man.
My fingers will touch you
And I will kiss your silence.

You can give me the strength
To continue
The great symphony of life.

Poem by Marieta Maglas

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Raj Nandy 04 November 2009

The Book of Genesis tells us that God created all things from eternal silence and nothingness! We meditate in silence to get closer to Him, since He resides deep within our silent being! Thanks for your thought provoking poem! 10! -Raj

0 0 Reply
Margaret Donaghy 30 October 2009

nice presentation of desire and what a lovely desire to be with one....great poem

0 0 Reply
Seraza Uzuner 29 October 2009

I enjoyed reading this piece. Beautifully pictured.

0 0 Reply
Afzal Shauq 27 October 2009

agreed.. yes, the eternity of silence is like what you expressed here.. let me say... voices go fad out, lights turn off, breathes stop out, life ends of but the silent stay for ever... yeah..you wrote this poem very sweet way..loved it and really a sweet and great one...well done..10/10

0 0 Reply
moribund love 26 October 2009

thought provoking! 10+

0 0 Reply

Congratulations, dear poet Ms Maglas. This poem is listed at #30 among the Best Poems of Members, featured on PoemHunter. Well done

0 0 Reply
Iron Panda 23™ 04 March 2010

10/10 is just the beginning of my vote xP 230000000++++

0 0 Reply
Rayan Ali 04 December 2009

silence is the best answer to every question..a very nice poem!

0 0 Reply
Steve Wilkeson 16 November 2009

silence seems to be the answer..... 10

0 0 Reply
Yacov Mitchenko 11 November 2009

In everyday life, we're often confused; life makes many demands on us; we generally live superficially, under the spell of may illusions. But love and the silence of which you speak give us the strength to keep going and attain to glimpses of the divine. Good poem. If you have time, please read 'Dante and His Three Beatrices' and 'The Epileptic Fit'.

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Marieta Maglas

Marieta Maglas

Radauti, Judet Suceava, Romania
Close
Error Success