Cacophony undone

to examine the acoustics of silence

consider the space between heartbeats

devoid of decibels

my fingertips a stethoscope

your steady vibration, my cue

perhaps now hold your breath

your sanguine streams may calm

iโ€™ll seek a shudder, then pause

savouring stillness, for love

be our cause

those moments mute between whispers

will deafen as crisp delight

as eyelids fall in deft quietude

under tranquil glow of our first night

even the alley dogs

ever alert under window ajar

will be lulled by

a stagnant blue moonlit sky

for between the hushed evening breeze

exist the piercing silences

of you

of I

Inspired, with gratitude, by the phrase “acoustics of silence”as penned by Christine at

Poet’s Love Song

63 thoughts on “Cacophony undone”

      1. Channeling the inner voice seems easier when one is on vacation also. This time off is a gift in itself. Look forward to reading you more in 2018! ๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒบ

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      1. That is always a thing which makes me smile. How one poet’s words spark another poet’s inspiration and then produce more beauty. I wonder what the world would be like if everyone were so easily inspired. ๐Ÿ™‚

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  1. Wow D! this is incredible. one of your best ones yet. Positive yet heart tearing piece celebrating love and separation. “the acoustics of silence” “the space between heartbeats” how poetic those phrases are. They resonate with me, visual words capturing silence and bringing poetry to the scene. I love it!

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    1. I am so thrilled to read your effusive opinion on this poem … I felt so much emotion writing this: this being the last piece I wrote in your wonderful country.
      When you say itโ€™s one of my best, that is exactly how I feel when I read it back. Ever thankful for you ๐Ÿ’• … your words are like contrails of silver at sunset, illuminating my evening sky.

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      1. The soil in which our friendship was planted was already rich with nutrients. Meeting you was an Autumn day in the warm Tuscan sun.
        We basked and the sapling has thrived…
        Hehe, too much ? ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜


  2. ๐Ÿ˜ฎ…. ๐Ÿ˜ฎ…. ๐Ÿ˜ถ…. ๐Ÿ˜Œ
    I think that just about covers it ๐Ÿ˜„. It’s amazing, the image you’ve sculpted here. Image doesn’t quite do it justice, you’ve brought a moment of time into existence. If I close my eyes I know I can reach out and feel it, like an extra dimension has jutted into our own perceivable ones and has taken the form of a beautiful sculpture of all the quiet moments of absolute love at once. I think I’ll just lie here and enjoy this feeling for a little while longer ๐Ÿ˜Š

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      1. I hope you haven’t missed my comments as much as I have missed your writing and photography, otherwise I would be truly sorry. Oh how life can get in the way, what would we do if could just do whatever pleased us most at the time, how long would I spend reading through certain people’s marvels. But, the upside here, at least, is that I now have a wonderful collection of beauty to catch up on ๐Ÿ’•


    1. Wow, Iโ€™ve never had a repeat comment! I adorn you with the coveted โ€œamazing commenterโ€ award which is gourmet chocolate and a delicious mug of beer ๐Ÿบ ๐Ÿ’œ

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      1. you cause me to blush, I just return that which I was given. I would be a thief, if I didn’t reveal this truth. You may not need encouragement, but I live by, give honor where honor is due.


  3. The concept of nothingness between things is such a great one! Recently I read a story called “The Last Breath” by Joe Hill and in it, there is a museum curator who has collected the last silences of people just before they died and keeps them in glass containers. Patrons can come and hear those unique silences of famous and common people with a special stethoscope and said they could perceive the personality and desires of that person in that silence. Cool stuff, huh? You have some good stuff on your blog!

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    1. That is not only a cool story, but a poignant one I feel in the pit of my stomach. Wow! I appreciate you telling me…
      In the macabre novel โ€œPerfumeโ€ a murderer captures the complete scent of his victims and his morbidly tinted elixirs become wildly famous.
      To capture the uncapturable! The closest we come is a fleeting essence of feeling in our poetry… if we are lucky.

      Thrilled that you read…thank you!

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      1. My pleasure – I would not normally recommend any writing about a serial killer, but this is a well written and mostly non violent.. except for the killing bits ..yikes. It’s all about his drive to gather scents…

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