silence brought only the ringing of ears

I compare it to the rotting of fruit
the decomposed silence
in endless pitch
the same screaming voice
through all my worlds
of silence
I have longed
for the still sound of night
the interruption
of a distant twig
the wind soft murmuring
through an orchestra
of leaves
and the odyssey of thoughts
that rise
in clarity
from the ponderous trove
of learned sorrow
accumulated joy


This entry was posted in literature, poem, poems, poetry, writing and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s