“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label private poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label private poetry. Show all posts
Sunday, February 8, 2015
Just a moment
Have you ever read a quote
that struck a certain note?
Or seen an incredible and baffling painting
That boggles your mind to near fainting?
Have you heard that song they redundantly play on the radio,
hasten to hearken-it's about something that happened to you...
Even when a dusty filed away book
Is about your life, once you look...
Preserved in frozen magical moments like these
picturesquely public are life's encrypted pleasantries.
For you cannot share
what was always there
nor would anyone care
about your internal affair
Melodious muted moments
When words won't work
silence sounds sweet.
Image of painting by Albert Joseph Moore(1848-1893) "Seashells", [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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