A Silence of Self

what an ally!

A Silence of Self

I left
I left a couple of days on the shelf of tomorrow
Dusted, neatly stacked, still as can be,
Just waiting for me,
Waiting for a return to consciousness
to the illusion that surfaces from deep within
that ambles about in near sentences,
driving through verbs, avoiding the nouns like a plague,
settling into soul, coating the atmosphere with calm,
Seeing the poem come as is usually the case
and turning silence into the self which lives inside of me.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Jacob!

Can you imagine no silence, the lack of wind and its sound through trees, water running in haste and filling our ears. I believe these sounds or lack of were instrumental in the development of man.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

that self doesn't always want to come out...so it hides...but when it does..then we become poem conscious...and the poem speaks for us so the self can be silent.

really cool...love this.