Silence

[hack]

while loved ones sleep
I dream what was and what will never be
and search dark corners
for a whiff of familiar perfume
or the faintest echo of a laugh

could they forget me here
and leave me alone
to wander the beautiful earth?

where are the strong sweet voices
that would sing me home?

[blazeofglory]

The beauty of the poem is consuming. Here the dreamer is a real dreamer as the rest of dreamers dream of things that fleet but here the poet dreams of the thing or search thru something enduring
I like the poem so much

[PrinceMyshkin]

What an effusion of deeply-felt emotion! The final lines remind me of Villon's Ou sonts les neiges d'antan? (Where are the snows of yesteryear?)

[dizzydoll]

Yes this touched my soul. Well done. :aureola:

[lallison]

Very sweet

[Bar22do]

Hack, you seem to be very inspired these days! here is another tender sad poem whose silence vibrates with aspiration for a familiar, friendly word from "far" --- and who knows, in certain circumstances an aspiration may have the power of realisation... matter and energy are exchangeable.. and someone might "sing you home"... with a little patience, sharp ear...
Both your last poems are as if overheard from what's going on in my mind... rather amazingly!
But more imporantly - your "Silence" is another proof of your subtle talent at work!
Warm wishes - Bar

[Hawkman]

Sorry hack, I could have sworn I'd commented on this before, but obviously I didn't.

I really like this poem, with its quiet thoughtful, reflective tone. beautifully executed, thanks. H

[cute angel]

I like the way you wrote the poem it carries so deep meanings thank so much.