There is no silence
By Parson Thru
Mon, 07 Jul 2014
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The world's gone silent.
I can't bear it.
I rummage in my pocket
for the shining green blade.
Metallic, like an insect carapace.
I slide my thumb
and the world comes alive again.
The sun regains it's place
and all that's good
has its soundtrack.
I'm back where I began.
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Know where you're coming from
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Know where you're coming from, PT. Nice one
Tina
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I long for a spot of silence.
I long for a spot of silence. I think that's why we sometimes need music - to cover up all the unchosen sound.
Liked your poem.
Bee
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Isn't this true, Parson. The
Isn't this true, Parson. The soundtrack of life. Great word economy, too.
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