Silence It Turns

-Silence It Turns-
by
Keaton Foster

500 extra GP to the best interpretation of this mind rant poem
I wanted to write something special for my 300th poem this year



Whisper close
Do you see that rose
A flower of life
So very much alive
There all alone
Upon the wind
Exposed to the elements
Livings it’s short life
To the very fullest
Deep within a meadow
All around
Creatures come and go
Many stop and see
Others are blind
Oblivious to such contrast
They see only grey
Truth and beauty
Means nothing to them
They are concerned
Most of all with surviving
Cunning in every way
Approaching them would be
As unwise as swimming
In an increasingly deeper sea
Standing back is the right approach
Avoiding contact is better served
If I knew them
If I was close to them
On a level of personal interest
I would ask them
If they have ever stopped
If they have ever opened their mind
If they have ever widened
Their narrow point of view
But in this place
This forever wilderness
Devoid of towering trees
Sadly we are strangers
Beings of scattered scope and detail
Living on different planes
I can no more cross over
As they can no more come back
They are just driven to hard
They are just too wrapped up in themselves
They will never stop
Until life quite forcefully stops them
The rose is truth
The rose is possibility
The rose is reality
The rose is alive
Swaying upon the wind
Deep within a meadow
Beautiful to see and understand
In the background
In the certain distance
Is a forever wilderness
Devoid of towering trees
The backs of such creatures
Can be seen as they walk away
As they move on
Hell bent on surviving
I will stay right here
Observations quite clear
The rose is only as real
As people like me
Allow it to be…


Silence It Turns
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.