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Sometimes trapped in crowded spaces
Amidst of people who stand and chatter
I find myself slowly drifting away in stages
For I know my physical presence only matters.
My spirit moves to a different place
It soars far away like an eagle in the sky
Blown by the wastrel wind at a furious pace
I cast my eye to natures’ beauty as I fly.
The song of the trees as they rustle
The vastness of the plains I see it whole
Come to me it whispers and leave this tussle
I hear thee well, the silence of my soul.
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I'd love read what you think about this post...
Word Count : 100.
Continuing with the A to Z challenge but today I am combining it with the Friday Fictioneers.
Today it is 'S' for 'Silence'.
My challenge for April is to write poetry. My A to Z entries can be navigated to from this page - A2Z, Please do to take some time out to read and comments on the poems.
To read other stories by the Fictioneers this week click here and to read other writers doing the A2Z challenge click here
We all need to learn to listen to that silence
ReplyDeleteIt is an eloquent one too. Thanks for your comments Neil.
DeleteDear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteYou've just described my mind in science classes in high school. ;) Lovely poem.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Ha! Ha! And in most other classes. Thanks for your comments Rochelle I am glad you liked it.
DeleteThat was lovely, Subroto
ReplyDeleteThanks Dale.
DeleteVery nice, I like the sound of silence, we could all use a bit more of it.
ReplyDeleteWe sure could. Thanks for commenting Iain I am glad you liked it.
DeleteThat;s such a beautiful expression. A meaningful silence is always better than meaningless words!
ReplyDeleteThank you Shilpa for reading and commenting.
DeleteLovely poem - the beauty of silence!
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Thank you Susan.
DeleteSound of silence can mean a lot. Beautiful poem.
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Thank you Jaya, I am glad you liked it.
DeleteI know well that feeling of being trapped in a pointlessly chattering crowd.
ReplyDeleteWe all do :-) Thanks for your comments Penny.
DeleteI've often felt invisible in a crowd, watching a listening but not hearing. Well done.
ReplyDeleteWe've all been there sometime. Thanks for your comments Linda.
DeleteBeautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you Lisa.
DeleteBeautiful, the soul soaring away from it's earthly binding. I think we can all related to drifting off at times, but you made it something to strive for.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your lovely comments Sarah.
DeleteLoved the silence and its ethereal presentation.
ReplyDeleteThank you YS I am glad it spoke to you.
DeleteLovely poem, you caught the sense of peace and silence well
ReplyDeleteThank you Michael, I am g;ad you liked it.
DeleteOh that is what we all need... a moment and a place. Great quest of poetry you are upon
ReplyDeleteA place for contemplation. Thanks for reading Björn.
DeleteDrift away to the silence of nature - lovely! A spiritual journey into the wild :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Lynn I am glad you liked it.
DeleteLoved it. Great to be able to escape to peace and solitude when it crowded spaces.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comments Irene, I am so glad you liked it.
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