by Katherine Braithwaite |
Categories:
absence, allegory, silence,
Silence broken by the sound of apps
Telling me that someone somewhere laughed
The washer makes its usual gnomic cries
Will the clothes be wet before they dry?
Silence full of peace enhances life
So we will happy without strife
Music is a silence all its own
The space between the notes is a good home
Silence in the company of friends
Speaking when we need to make amends
Poetry is music too I feel
And dancing is the music of the soul
Silence in the centre of our soul
Silence in the love that makes us whole