On not writing …




There is a silence in my head;
no words clamour for release,
and yet in this quietude of mind,
this stasis,
I feel no tranquillity or ease ..
I hear the silence of the dead.
I take my pen and write these lines
to no avail,I fear, or worth.
I need to feel the colour of that flower,
riotously orange-tipped or ruby red.
Smell the welcome of parched earth
that greets the quenching shower;
inhabit that textured and striated stone.
I need to hear words sing alone
their arias of meaning ..
and touching the music of those notes,
might I be witness to a poem’s birth
and taste not the sounds of keening … .

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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2 Responses to On not writing …

  1. JM says:

    This is deep. Words like veils.

  2. atomsofstars says:

    I think I was out of my depth when I wrote it, Jamie. I’m pleased that it has appealed to you .. thank you for the star. It’s very much appreciated.

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