“But as I lay there, it only seemed like silence filling my ears. And the thing was, it was so freaking loud.” ― Sarah Dessen, Just Listen
There are seasons when to be still demands immeasurably higher strength than to act.” ― Margaret Bottome
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no matter the rumors
you hear on the wind
or the way the sun rises
after a long, cold night
silence keeps no schedule
will not publish results
does not measure how long
until it will be broken
like an egg, tumbled
down from a wall
no barrier can contain
the mess, and no king
no horse or man can
reassemble in the morning
a shattered quiet
too soon urged to speak
ABOUT:
The exercise is to create a poem using a set number of given words. My seven words: rumor, schedule, mess, barrier, result, measure, and shift.
My source for these is the @baffled #HaikuChallenge: https://twitter.com/baffled (words for 2/24-3/2)
Image Credit: http://turtlephoto.org/index.php?showimage=978
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