This will be my first prose text on these pages.

"Silences"


Silence is spreading her own sound,
She is always present
When no one is around,
She constant watch over me,
And keep my sorrow locked
Which other cannot see.

Nothing is really matters,
The sky is bleak and dark,
Only which is remain inside and out
Is my steady silence as a constant mark.

The circle is not open,
I am walking on a tiny line,
Now is so perfectly clearer
And so fulfilled with a quiet shine.

I will be somehow protected,
When the world turns against me so strong,
Silences will save me then
And live with me all the way long.

Very nice thank you for sharing

The shining plain that is said to be
The dried-up bed of an inland sea.
Where the air so dry and so clear and bright
Refracts the sun with a wondrous light,
And out in the dim horizon makes
The deep blue gleam of the phantom lakes.

Searching my heart for its true sorrow,
This is the thing I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people,
Sick of the city, wanting the sea;

Wanting the sticky, salty sweetness
Of the strong wind and shattered spray;
Wanting the loud sound and the soft sound
Of the big surf that breaks all day.

Always before about my dooryard,
Marking the reach of the winter sea,
Rooted in sand and dragging drift-wood,
Straggled the purple wild sweet-pea;

Always I climbed the wave at morning,
Shook the sand from my shoes at night,
That now am caught beneath great buildings,
Stricken with noise, confused with light.

If I could hear the green piles groaning
Under the windy wooden piers,
See once again the bobbing barrels,
And the black sticks that fence the weirs,

If I could see the weedy mussels
Crusting the wrecked and rotting hulls,
Hear once again the hungry crying
Overhead, of the wheeling gulls,

Feel once again the shanty straining
Under the turning of the tide,
Fear once again the rising freshet,
Dread the bell in the fog outside,—

I should be happy,—that was happy
All day long on the coast of Maine!
I have a need to hold and handle
Shells and anchors and ships again!

I should be happy, that am happy
Never at all since I came here.
I am too long away from water.
I have a need of water near.

"Looking In"


What happened with all that grace,
With the light and glimmering within that shine?
I never find out why darkness came suddenly,
And took all that I once called mine.

Time passed very fast,
Soul never got over the pain,
I am standing in the same spot,
With the past and the present which look totally the same.

What will future brings?
Changes to better or things that I already have seen?
Until light finally finds me,
I am,I was,I will be elusive someone
Who constantly looking in......


This is my second poem here.And my "Silences" are poem too.Although I
added that it is a prose text instead of a poem.I just want to correct
myself about what I mentioned.Greetings to all daydreamers till my next writing!

GD

Nice poems .