Silence
In a silence broken only by breath
Words lose their sound;
Spill their essence on the pristine page
Or curl in tendrils through a mind undone,
Fleeing logic on wings of fantasy.
Fabled spectres rear their heads,
Horned dilemmas bow before a ghost
Of newborn Understanding,
Mewling helpless in a night
Of infant shadows.
The dreamer dreams the song,
Seeking music in a voice,
A poem in the starlit dark
To break the silence
And give birth to sound.
Muted whispers kiss the soul
That stays to listen in the darkness
Reaching for the Word it almost hears
Until it knows the only sound
Is life’s first breath
Sighing in the silence.
There are joys for which we cannot find expression, moments that have a depth of emotion that can only be shared in images. It is here that poetry comes into its own, for the pictures we paint with words can conjure all the emotions of the human heart. From solitude to passion, from aspiration to the quest for the soul’s inner light, we seek to find ways to share our journey through life, to witness our footsteps as we pass through its shifting sands and cast a reflection on time itself. The poet is both mirror and reflection, framing the images of a human life and giving them a beating heart.
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
I love that last line… Is life’s first breath sighing in the silence… so poignant.
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Thank you, Jaye… I sometimes wonder if all our clamour is just that infant cry.
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I’m sure that was how it began…
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I’m not sure we have gone very far beyond it as a species 😉
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What a lovely poem Sue.
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Thank you, Sadje.
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You’re welcome 😉
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Reblogged this on The Light Behind the Story.
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Gorgeous, Sue. I love the play of silence and sound.
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Thanks, Diana.
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I picked up your book, but won’t get to it for a while because I’m reading another of your books! Lol.
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Now that cheered up a grey, headache-plagued day 😀
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Oh no. Rest, my friend.
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I wish…
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Muted whispers kiss the soul
That stays to listen in the darkness
Reaching for the Word it almost hears
Until it knows the only sound
Is life’s first breath
Sighing in the silence. Those lines say it all.💜
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❤
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I hope your headache has eased by now. 🙂
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Just the queasiness left this morning 😉
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Reblogged this on Where Genres Collide Traci Kenworth YA Author & Book Blogger and commented:
I think that’s also why we write: to share our thoughts/inspirations with others.
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Sometimes we need to get them on paper to understand them ourselves too.
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Yes. I think so too.
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Reblogged this on France & Vincent.
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Beautiful, Sue and love your thoughts on poetry: “The poet is both mirror and reflection, framing the images of a human life and giving them a beating heart.” How true … and you do it so well! xx
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Thanks, Annika :)x
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