Silence and Sound

It is all relative, this silence
and the breaks between thoughts
the pauses between answers and their questions
a trail, an echo that has ceased to return.

And I am with what I know tonight, my other.
Words are like enemies and friends.
The mastery of silence between notes.
Exchange in consecrated conversation.

We come from life each day weary.
Jump upon sleep, one another.
In glory, in glorified sympathy,
release the voices of your people,
the residents of your crowded mind.

There may be no more than this.
Life may end after something simple.
Sleep, wake, silence, sound.
Followed by words and what they mean between friends.

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About Kate Houck

Educator. Human. Poet. Seeking truth through experience.
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6 Responses to Silence and Sound

  1. yeseventhistoowillpass says:

    I like the opening line!

  2. 5h2o says:

    Very nice. You are working on hard thought here.

  3. Geo Sans says:

    boundaries
    of
    intuition

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