Silence falls
Silence falls
As snowflakes
On Christmas Day
Welcomed and expected
Beautiful yet cold
My mind
Becomes
My chapel
Still and serene
Reverent yet hollow
I sip tea
With my
Former selves
Discussing life
And
Where it led us
Being warmed
By
The fire
Of
My imagination
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Alone | 0 | 10/06/2009 |
| Silence falls | 0 | 10/06/2009 |
| Grace | 1 | 10/06/2009 |
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