There is no such thing as completesilence. Just no spoken words.There is the muffled pad of socked feetacross the kitchen floor; the clock’s ticktock; the soft and loud song of birds;wind in trees and the creak of a branch;the hum of bees and distant traffic;white noise in the middle of the night;the low rumble of […]
Tag: Silence
Silent Twilight
soundless evensong sunlight pursued by darkness soft-footed shadows Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1386 Silence … In the first episode of a new theme for this month, ‘Rumi, the mystical poet’, the poem Chèvrefeuille has shared with us is: Two Days of Silence After days of feasting, fast. After days of […]
Struggling to Think
I have never known complete silence. Just pin pricks in the backdrop of white noise, where darkness seeps into quiet moments. Memories rain into my never empty mind, daydreams creep up and worry at my imagination like dogs with bones, persistent ringing of the telephone, or the doorbell. Traffic passes, […]
Silence is Golden
modest daffodils nod in secluded gardens radiating sun they raise their yellow trumpets resonate golden silence Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem Namasté The Spiritual Way #5 self consciousness In a new episode of ‘weekend-meditation’, Chèvrefeuille has shared a poem by the poet Thomas Hood (1799-1845), which he says can be read […]
No Words
in a starry sky a silent display of light heavenly language Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1174 silence Chèvrefeuille says today’s poem is a difficult one to understand: Silence Nothing is better for an ignorant man than silence, and if he were to consider it to be suitable, he would not […]
Silent Grief
My response to Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Month May 26th: “silence” by Jane Reichhold silence in the blind wind’s dance blossoms © Jane Reichhold no more knocking at the […]
Silence
My response to Bastet’s One Month of Haiga and NaHaiWriMo – silence Silence lies between Rhythm, chords and melody Blue of disquiet © Kim M. Russell, 2016
A haiku to start the week
Night Sounds Sizzling of white noise And gentle groans of the house – There is no silence © Kim M. Russell, 2016
Chiming in a Wintry Sunday
A silvery secret melody Of sleet on silence Stirs me From my sleep In morning’s murk Rain crystallises Tunefully Into minuscule bells Blown in On an Arctic blast Chiming in a wintry Sunday © Kim M. Russell, 2015
A sad sight for me is a derelict theatre or cinema
The Theatre of Silence The stage is empty and dusty The hush so persistent You could hear a pin drop Unoccupied seats Silent applause A hole in the roof For a spotlight of sun Spiders weave For a curtain call That never comes Image found on derelictlondon.com
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