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Quiet
Oh, what are you?
You are peace…
You are the death of noise…
You are rest…
You are nothing…
Oh, what are you?
Oppression to my ears that will not cease…
One of my greatest joys…
Something I quite detest…
I hear your pleasant ring…
Oh, who are you?
An angel in life's lease…
One of many great ugly kill joys…
A friend with which I am blessed…
A scorpion with a deadly sting…
You are…
My friend…
My enemy…
My love…
My hate…
You are…
My end…
What sets me free...
The one I want little of…
A wonderful glorious state…
You are peace…
You are the death of noise…
You are rest…
You are nothing…
Oh, what are you?
Oppression to my ears that will not cease…
One of my greatest joys…
Something I quite detest…
I hear your pleasant ring…
Oh, who are you?
An angel in life's lease…
One of many great ugly kill joys…
A friend with which I am blessed…
A scorpion with a deadly sting…
You are…
My friend…
My enemy…
My love…
My hate…
You are…
My end…
What sets me free...
The one I want little of…
A wonderful glorious state…
Published 3rd Feb 2018
Author's Note
As in the poem I have a love/hate relationship with silence! I guess I'm strange that way. Tell me what you think!
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3rd Feb 2018 9:13am
You know me I am all about the silence but I suppose noise has its charm too. Silence would mean nothing without the chaos of sound. Good piece your well on your way my friend
3rd Feb 2018 12:06pm
4th Feb 2018 12:58pm
Quiet can be peace but quiet can also be loneliness...:) your poem evokes so much imagery. Good read, Nancy.:)
5th Feb 2018 6:00am
