David Harris

Gold Star - 4,611 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Wednesday Morning Silence - Poem by David Harris

At eleven O’clock in the morning,
I sit experiencing the stillness
of a Wednesday morning silence coming down.
It seems much earlier,
though the day is half done
after a fun filled Tuesday
that lasted long into the night.
I sit experiencing the stillness
and wondering in the silence
after the rain had come down.
The absent drip of raindrops
sounds like time ticking away
in the Wednesday morning silence coming down.
Sitting on my friends deck
as a cooling breeze rustles the leaves
in the silence of the morning
as I wait for everyone to wake
in a Wednesday Morning silence coming down
while I am on holiday.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 7, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, August 8, 2011

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