Suddenly It’s Silent
The sound is gone.
Is it the end
Of an affair, a war, the world?
A temporary state
Which soon or late
Returns to tone?
Singing birds,
Spoken words,
Flutterings and mutterings;
Buzzings; things
That vibrate love and action –
Muted:
Unexplained.
Strange.
Now to tailor time to suit the silence;
How to tailor time to suit the silence?
Suddenly It’s Silent 6.17.2011
Nature In And Of Reality; Circling Round Reality;
Arlene Corwin
Arlene Corwin Poetry 