Silent Self


I'm listening to the silence
it speaks in a thousand tongues,
filling spaces in my head
with words of unsung songs.

Thoughts swim against my mind
damming up free thinking,
words fail to form,
consonants are sinking.

Vowels are just floating,
Listless all at sea,
somewhere in this chasm,
I used to be me.




Poetry by shells
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Written on 2023-05-16 at 00:13

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KYREUS of Sweden The PoetBay support member heart!
One always is oneself
- understable
or not.
2023-06-14


Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
A well constructed metaphor of oneself.
Regards Alan
2023-06-04


urban duck The PoetBay support member heart!
I like your idea that vowels are lighter than consonants like buoys
2023-05-18


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
You had me at:

"I'm listening to the silence
it speaks in a thousand tongues,"

Hang on to those vowels and consonants, you may yet want them.
2023-05-18


D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
A very neat and tight poem, that to me conveys the ambiguity of being a person. I liked it - very much!
2023-05-17