Not Your Everyday “Shhh!”
Inside your everyday world (I feel bad for you...and me too)
This silence you crave
ain’t really straightforward
Gotta be scented and warm
Fine-tuned by preferences that present effortless
Easy in its emptiness
As comfortable and cherished as steamed conveniences
at 5:30 in the morning pre-programmed against grievances
A quiet so soft it’s a cushion
The purest combed cotton 100% coziness
The connected concealed comma in all those unread sentences
The embrace with just the right amount of pressure
and the right length
A tranquility from the ethers offering ‘curled-up concentrations’
and—YUP—just the right amount of strength
A sanctum that surrounds
A sentience that profounds
in a world where deficits be downright overpowering
I’d cleave to such calm
a spiritual curtain for showering
a requisite cleanse for nominal function
when freedom gets swallowed in desperation gulps
and secrecy a sacredness deemed incongruent
This silence that craves you
is filled with endless evergreen lush
moment mystery opulence often masquerading in a hush
to caress assaulted spirits where noise permeated unimpeded
Behold the space where the pendulum swings back
and inner turmoil gets conceded
That altar of unconditional surrender
instills seclusion within your soul
A pacification needed when
daily living takes daily toll
No explanations necessary
No criteria and no test
Simply unadulterated serenity for the weary wanting rest
Symbols transform to sapphire
Seconds fuel meditation's fire
No price tag for this kind of peace
Cast cares aside
and commit the mind to f r e e f a l l
Divine being in [defined flesh]
never was your heart thus fashioned
to beat at robotic pace
Your realms belong to galactic spheres
celestial eternities
and a whole different kind
of grace
Noise pollution wasn't a phrase I heard much growing up. Figures, right? Silence could be found all around in abundance. Once something gets 'labeled,' it speaks volumes. Human beings now have to travel much farther afield to find real rejuvenative quiet like nature intended due to, well...human beings.
Be a voice for protection. Prevention. Our bodies, minds, and souls NEED this.
It's NOT too late.
I appreciate the time you've taken to read my poem. Please accept my heartfelt thanks and a virtual fist pump.
About the Creator
The Dani Writer
Explores words to create worlds with poetry, nonfiction, and fiction. Writes content that permeates then revises and edits the heck out of it. Interests: Freelance, consultations, networking, rulebook-ripping.
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