THE SOUNDS OF SILENCE
9/9/2026 1130AM
The title is a cliche', a song of great repute even. But like all things, it means something different to each person. I love the song and the cliche' but it has a different meaning to me. It is that bandaid that i talk about that one rips off and the pain is there, but it doesn't heal. It will always be there. This is about my grandson.
There is a ranch
Where sound reigns during the day.
At night
The sounds stop when you approach.
Cricket silence it's called
With only the swishing sound of the giant ditch next to the house
Brushing against the ditch banks.
*
In a storm
The wind rages
Arguing with the snow about whom is more powerful,
So, it shrieks to prove itself
As it wrestles with the rains.
But in a forest
Amongst the trees it is respectful and demure in its speech
**
Out on the ocean,
A bastion of silence
Denies the quiet
As waves battle lunar winds slamming into/onto ships
Until, even they are exhausted.
Having vented
Even in silence the sea whispers a chanty.
***
A child sits hunched over
He plays with what he imagines with his stick and dirt
I've come to get him
But until I touch his shoulder
He is unaware
And still I wonder
At the sounds of silence.
About the Creator
Victor Mendez
Born in 1958.There's a lot of road beneath these feet.Worn out pairs upon pairs of shoes.Been a ranch kid,a city kid,a Marine,a dad, a grandfather now,an avid reader and just recently began writing poetry in 2015 just to vent.
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