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Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 49
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There are times when silence has the loudest voice. ~Leroy Brownlow
Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 49
Come join us!
There are times when silence has the loudest voice. ~Leroy Brownlow
I was raised in a house
that made more sounds
than the voices that
it held
creeks in the night
whistling windows
steps that whined louder
than a child wanting
more
old secrets walked the rooms
with colorful voices
that only faith and children
could truly see
silence has a blackness
darker than coal
but it always catches the light
brightly once truth has a chance to shine.
©Carrie Van Horn 2019
©Carrie Van Horn 2019
I really like what this says about silence and darkness (blackness)... and most of all I love what it says about experience and perception. We can go through life deafened by noice and blind in the dark, if we don’t learn how to focus our own power of seeing and understanding. Once we do that, none will be able to silence our voice or keep us from seeing in darkness and brightness alike.
ReplyDeleteThank you Magaly, and I really like what you said about going though life deafened by noise and blind in the dark....so very true. Sometimes we must learn to listen to our own gut to be able to recognize what is right in front of us.
DeleteBeautiful...and true.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sandi!
DeleteI found this so descriptive and beautifully crafted. All the lines progressed in total harmony whilst telling an interesting story . . . Lovely, Carrie . . :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Eddie!
DeleteA very sad story, held in blackness, in silence. The house I grew up in was full of noise and laughter and music. I can't image growing up in a house of silence.
ReplyDeleteNoise and laughter sounds wonderful Toni, but there were times of that just not as many as most.
DeleteThis gave me the shivers. Burying everything that only surrounds you with ghosts...this sometimes comes up with my family when we are amazed by what wasn't shared, even when we were all in the same house.
ReplyDeleteFamily secrets are always some of the most hurtful even if they are small things.
DeleteYour poem makes me think of darkness and silence...perhaps it is where memories take flight and not all memories of good ones. That is when we seek the light, the dancing, the music...and nighttime songs to take us away.
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DeleteYou are right Annell seeking the light is where the music and joy take flight. Thank you for stopping by. 😉
DeleteNight sounds of a house speak so many things. Butterflies are one of my spirit guides and thankfully they showed me out to find light in darkness. Beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteThank you Susie! I think we both have a special love one way or another of butterflies.
DeleteI love the way sound can be a blessing whereas silence always comes with black.
ReplyDeleteVery true thought Bjorn very true!
DeleteDeliciously crafted.. And this line "steps that whined louder
ReplyDeletethan a child wanting more" is perfection..
Thank you so much Violet, and thank you for stopping by. :-)
DeleteCarrie you words to me back to lying in bed listening to the house talk...darkness and silence has found us all at one time or another. Heartfelt.
ReplyDeleteThank you for shopping by Phoenix.😎
DeleteWell dayum. My biography in a nutshell. Yours too, I take it?
ReplyDeleteAs a whole pretty much. If we were famous it could have been made into a mini series. :-)
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