A year's worth of poems, every week for 52 weeks, spanning 2023 and 2024, plus the year following, from August 2024 to August 2025 (provided I live that long, of course).
Thank you, Allan Charles 🐾 2340534. I've contested the Charlie Chaplin thing a couple of times, won once, if I remember correctly. But it's the kind of thing I try when bored and have nothing better to do - just doesn't seem to have happened lately.
On the mountain peaks the wind
whispers of eternity
in the deepest abyss the darkness
echoes with liquid dreams
in the stillness of starless night
blood pounds in the ear
in the sun-speckled spaces in the wood
the cricket saws and sings
birds punctuate the drowsy air
insects buzz and creak
distant highways hum and thrum
cities converse in traffic tones
microwaves beep
and teevees chatter
children yell
and dogs bark.
Silence waits in the grave.
Line count: 18
Free verse
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 41
Prompt: Write a poem about silence.
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