Of Silence

Can silence be?
the background hum
the world
ever present alone
at night
sitting
silence has a sound

Cars on the street
pages flitter
drafts send plumes of swirling
past
sheets rustle against bare skin

there is none but me
who sit
contemplating
no other presence
to fill
rooms

Outside when the snow
falls
gentle on the field

On darkened stages
empty
void

This is where
the silence lives
consuming
beautiful
alone

I think the last time I posted any poetic ramblings was last summer.  Must be something about this season that makes me think about things in a more contemplative and poetic way.  Certainly a little deviation from what you normally read here, but hey, I don’t claim to stick to any formats.  Hopefully you will get to read some more like this over the course of the summer!