Tuesday, March 4, 2014


Whilst silence sang its sultry ire,
Winsome words of Sov'ran desires
Whistled past the hardy hush
With its galling, gentle gush.

A painless pause raced through time
Speaking apathy in mime.
Solace took over slumber,
Breezing forth with springs of wonder..

Some flimsy, flashy, fluttering beams,
Illuminated the flashy dreams..
Of timbrels of truth, of lutes of light..

And the waves of stillness rose-
To the immortal surf! To life!
Reminisced, Resurrected.


  1. Our very own Dickinson! The poetess of silence! The utterer of gestating words! Kudos