The Thinking Poet - Silence


Silence is its own song.
Never full-throated,
It peppers its melody with subtle interruptions,
A car going by, a creak in the house,
The howl of a distant train.
Even when it sings by itself, 
Which it almost never does,
My ears cannot quite believe it,
Adding their own faint, 
high voiced harmony,
As if to say, 
Nothing cannot speak for herself.
Yet she does it so beautifully.

1.Do you like or dislike silence? What about it do you like or dislike?
2.When have you listened to silence or the “subtle interruptions” with which silence “peppers its melody”?
3.What happens when you do that?

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