Colors of Silence

In the stillness of morning,

Before everything has woken,

When the day is new and unblemished,

Silence sounds fresh.

It's the color of promise, white and pure.

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Somewhere between the setting sun

And the flicker of bulbs buzzing to life,

When the day has drawn to a close,

Triumph and regret struggle to reconcile

And the silence pulses blue and black,

Damaged a bit from the battle,

Needing balance restored.

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And all along the points in between

As the sun chases the moon across the sky,

There are moments of silence that transform.

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The moment when new life arrives and the world is

Paused needing to hear that first sound,

Hushed until that piercing cry reaffirms

A healthy babe is here,

The long wait is over,

A sweet bundle placed in loving arms.

The color of being

In every shade of flesh,

Glorious in its diversity.

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But there are also the moments of silence

In remembrance.

Tears dripping off noses, screams swallowed,

Minds sinking, numb to the world.

The color of sorrow,

Of white and black mixed into

A cold, somber gray

Hoping for a warm hug and comforting word.

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And the silence of a tender look

Passed between new lovers

Holding each others' gaze before

The line is crossed into something more.

Breaths mingling, hands wandering,

Innocence lost but a new level

Of understanding gained

Colored in with shy wonder,

In pink blushes and red lips.

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There's the tense stillness after hateful words are

Volleyed back and forth like

Detonated bombs,

The color of angry veins,

Of stubbornness and pain,

Of ugly reds and purples

Begging for the silence to be broken

With words of forgiveness

And healing.

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And the poignant pause with eyes brimming,

Heart beating in joy and angst,

After the swell of the finale,

When the last note fades,

And the heart and mind

Sit in awe of the flawless skills of a violinist

Until the moment is broken

To the deafening sound of thunderous applause.

The color of music,

Of radiant yellows and golds.

A symphony for the ears,

A balm for the soul.

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And the still contemplation of

Watching rain fall,

Sitting in silence,

Comfortable with being alone,

Enough to just be.

No others, no noise, no distractions.

Just quiet reverie,

Recharging, reclaiming.

The color of self,

In swirling pale blues.

To soothe and wash away worldly troubles.

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These soundless pauses,

These pregnant moments of

Breath held,

Pain swelling,

Joy overwhelming,

Fear stifling,

Love flowing,

Serenity achieved.

All the shades of life,

In colors of silence.

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