The Silence Of The Trees Poem by Troy Cochran

The Silence Of The Trees

Rating: 5.0


It's not a crime of silence
If we have no needs.
It's not a crime of noise
To voice them.
That's why the trees are silent,
Voicing leaves.
But we are no trees.
We are Voices.
Yet all our sounds are noises;
Our silence,
Clamoring sound.

I wish some breeze would blow,
And knock us down.

Friday, September 8, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn,nature,october,seasons,silence,trees
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
from 'October's Child and other poems.'
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 08 September 2017

Trees are silence. But leaves give voice. Blowing of breeze in nature gives nice feelings. An amazing poem is wisely penned and shared.10

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Troy Cochran 09 September 2017

Thank you for your comments. A poem about finding substance in one's own silence, and the authenticity of one's own voice. Something to that effect. Cheers!

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