Villanelle
The Sound of Silence
In corners dim where voices fade, A child sits lost in thoughts unsaid. No tears are shed, no angry cries, Just silence speaking through his eyes. The world walks by, too fast, too loud, To see the boy beneath the shroud— Of loneliness wrapped ‘round his frame, A soul untouched, without a name. His suitcase old, his clothes worn thin, Yet deeper wounds lie deep within. He speaks in stillness, breathes in pain, His silence falls like autumn rain. But silence isn’t empty sound, It echoes where true hearts are found. A whisper felt, not always heard, A plea that's louder than a word. So listen close when none have spoken, Their quiet hearts may just be broken. For silence too can bleed and burn— It seeks a soul who'll truly learn. Not every cry comes with a scream, Some pain just lives inside a dream. ---
By The Pen of Farooq about a year ago in Poets
The Lighting Of The Stones
Introduction It is also my forty-ninth piece inspired by Angie's work, and soon we will release our co-created book. I love this painting with the earthlight shining through the trees as the faithful hold their torches, lighting the stones.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
