On any still night
When the clouds are low
And the city lights,
Create an orange glow.
You may perceive it.
Maybe not in the first instant
But with time you might
Come to notice the remnant.
It’s the noise that’s left behind
As society goes about its business –
The machineries daily grind.
It’s an eerie, almost silence.
You’ll know it from the time
You’re sweetheart touched your hand
In that crowded five and dime
The murmur, the only sound that remained.
And as you stand at sea’s shore
On this calm, steamy evening
You can hear it once more,
The hum of lives out there – living.
As you grow older and experience more of life, and take time to contemplate, I believe that almost silence is amplified by memories.
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I hadn’t thought of that… I like that belief 🙂
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Love the pic…very apt…😊👍👍
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Cheers Neethu 🙂
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Ohhh. You do it every time: the beauty of words and pictures blended so one doesn’t even realise which is which …
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🙂
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Ordinary words placed in extraordinary ways grabs my attention. Beautifully written.
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Thank you Meredith, very nice of you to say so 🙂
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A revelation of life…. beautifully narrated. I loved the rhyming stanzas…perfect… 🙂
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Thank you Maniparna :
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Ahh contemplation… the silence, the murmur… the hum of lives out there -living- on a calm and steamy evening, so beautiful
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Thank you for taking the time to read and comment, Greatly appreciated 🙂
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My pleasure.U R Welcome
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It was very noisy around me, when I was reading this , but I was feeling peace within, I dnt knw why ? . A lovely piece.
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Thank you for taking the time to read and comment – I’m glad the piece resonated with you 🙂
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