The Silence

I gave you poetry in theory earlier... and now I'm giving you actual poetry. Now, I haven't written a poem in quite some time since high school... but a few months ago I produced this. I was at work and something in me made me write this down. I only shared it with two other people and now it's your turn. I thought I had trashed it but it was neatly tucked in between some World of Warcraft boxes... go figure? It doesn't actually have a title as I didn't expect to have enough balls to share it with you guys. Tell me what you think... or don't.

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The silence is ever creeping

Creeping in the ever ending

The realm of no prevail

A square world amongst round

Round ideas, round aspirations

Dancing is all that's left in the mind of an artist

The eye of the creator is prismatic

Dreams one with wonder

And two with pain

The silence is ever creeping

Creeping in the ever ending

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So there ya go... you've now experienced something I would've otherwise kept hidden. Does that mean I'm growing as an artist? Well, I'd like to think that... so I will.

Peace,

SallyD

ps- I paired the poem with a picture I took of Fort Macon a long while ago.... although they weren't really were inspired by each other.