Silence

Silence

The loudest sound we cannot hear

And yet it’s deafening to the ear.

The brilliant silence of morning’s birth,

The holy silence of an empty church.

Pain and sadness in one’s eyes,

Speak more than words can verbalize.

The happy quiet of not a word said,

Just a smile shared instead.

The sound of silence is best described,

As loud and soft when they collide.

~Tracy Mangold

0 thoughts on “Silence

  1. I do not know how you do this, Tracy. You have this incredible ability to tap into whatever you (and so many of us) are feeing and transform it into relatable, insightful, beautiful bits. I have been thinking about silence from a different perspective lately — that of the aid worker in a conflict zone whose voice is muted by events — and the gentle nature of this poem made silence less worrisome, less hostile and more inviting. As Stereo said above, I would happily sink in it for a little while.

  2. The sound of silence is best described,

    As loud and soft when they collide.

    PERFECT! I loved this, even though I am not always a poetry person. 🙂 Applause, applause.

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