Whispers without Words

Whispers without Words

A Poem by SM Davis
"

no idea....

"

In this place between dusk and dawn
I sit and wonder...wander perhaps?
Time stops yet in the distance
the ticking of the days goes on.

Something's wrong...

No words from distant lover come
or perhaps silence has overcome
This moment...our moment...
our space our time...

 

No reason to rhyme...

Only silence that deafens
or perhaps defends?
A life lived inside the mist
yet possessed no existence

more real than present tense...

Terse and waning words gone by
fill this space between dark and dawn
a weakness of presence and void
still this...a moment...remembered

or dream dismembered

fighting still...a rush of wind
or whispers without words
loud enough to wake me
from my slumber bed

or dreaming words unsaid






© 2017 SM Davis


Author's Note

SM Davis
have no idea...just muddled words swimming in my head...

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Wow, the contradictions in this one, Susie....amazing! You have vividly described the screaming sound of silence...

Love stanza beginning with 'Terse....right up to the marvelous conclusion...

Is existance/existence? Or did you do that deliberately? Or am I wrong? lol. Anyway, wonderful work, as always! Happy New Year!

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Even within dreams we are filled with creativeness...whispers without words...this reads to me of one dreaming and awakened from dreams...wondering...

nice work...

Posted 10 Years Ago


Yes, no more ideas before you write, muddled is good. It opens you up very nicely.
Love the title and the theme, great work SM!

Antonio

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautifully exicuted words that touch the depths of the heart. I :feel" your words, and that is a gift! Thank you for sharing. Blessed Be :-)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

No words that I say could come near telling you what I think of this. A series of images formed by these crystal, tinkling words. Wishes, if you like.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Well for muddled words, you put them together beautifully.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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'just muddled words swimming in my head".....Come on! you know this is awesomely creative and thought provoking, now don't you? Well, I think so! and the title is perfect for what you've expressed here. Genuinely genious!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautifully expressed and so profoundly moving... You bring alive this time... this misted time between dusk and dawn... the feeling of that dream time in wonderment of life... Amazing write!

Posted 11 Years Ago


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This is brilliant!! I love the deep thoughts it provokes in my head.
my favorite lines...

A life lived inside the mist
yet possessed no existance

more real than present tense...

these really speak volumes to me.
greatly enjoyed reading!!

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Wow Suzie you really make me think with your philosophical art...
especially this part...

Only silence that deafens
or perhaps defends?

Is loneliness our enemy or friend... needless to say I am captivated by this brilliant write.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Wow, the contradictions in this one, Susie....amazing! You have vividly described the screaming sound of silence...

Love stanza beginning with 'Terse....right up to the marvelous conclusion...

Is existance/existence? Or did you do that deliberately? Or am I wrong? lol. Anyway, wonderful work, as always! Happy New Year!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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One step from the depths of Hell, AZ



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