Din of Silence
There is a din in this silence:
purrs of a cat,
soft, sleeping sounds of a child,
the humming from this opened hole into the universe.
And my thoughts are louder still
whispering in each breath I take.
I am not alone; I am amongst the quiet--
those who've come alive through deadened darkness.
As vapors move the strings of my hair,
like fingers they move eloquently, playing
violin strings weeping for expression.
All of this brings life to a deeper thinking,
an introspective detection of the who
of whom I am. And then it is written--
sent into the ethereal examination of
those sitting in their own din
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2009-05-02 at 06:47
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