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[Muchacha de espaldas, Salvador Dali. From google. Fair use
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SOUNDLESS SILENCE
Colour of silence is dawn, just before roosters
sound their crowing. Smell of silence is night rain,
when earth rises to meet tears of cobalt clouds,
flattened into shadows of sky. Span of silence is
unfathomed eternity stretching on and on and on
soundlessly.
SOUNDLESS SILENCE © gillena cox 2018


Blog hopping today with

Sounds of Silence
Prompted by Dwight Roth

Revisit
31 July 2017
silence 2016
silence 2015

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image from google dot com


SILENCE
Where is this place called silence?
Where no bombs blast, and no mother's heart
Laments a son or daughter lost in the wink
Of a moon, hiding behind shadowed clouds?
Ants busy along a wall, caught in side-glimpses
Cause heads to turn
Stars shooting with lustrous tails,
Imprinted in inky black skies, enough
To turn a mermaid's soul green
Out of ear shot, these stars they twinkle,
Yet, Linked to heart and mind;
Is there ever a place called silence?
Shhhh...
SILENCE © gillena cox 2016


Written for Sanaa's Prompt Nights -
Silence