On Popular Demand – Into the soul deep there lies but Silence – [1]

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“Silence is exhilarating at first – as noise is – but there is a sweetness to silence outlasting exhilaration, akin to the sweetness of listening and the velvet of sleep.” – Edward Hoagland

“There comes in all our lives a time … when the ears can listen to no music save what the moonlight breathes through the flute of silence.” – Marcel Proust.

“Often silence is a powerful weapon. If we only knew how valiantly it could serve us in defense we should use it more. Under abuse or attack it may be the sign of guilt; but it may also be a proof of innocence and an unmistakable evidence of nobility.” – John Daniel Barry

“There is something in the nature of silence which affects me deeply. Why it is I know not; but I do know that I love to be alone at such an hour as this. I love to forget the outward world and hold communion with the beings of the mind.” – Charles Lanman

“Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving us wordy evidence of the fact–from calling on us to look through a heap of millet-seed in order to be sure that there is no pearl in it.” – George Eliot

“The true genius shudders at incompleteness — imperfection — and usually prefers silence to saying the something which is not everything that should be said.” – Edgar Allan Poe

Welcome to our first ever segment “On Popular Demand.” I chose to host this segment for the purpose of sharing and bonding with fellow Poets. Being creative people, we are always in constant search of ideas for writing a poem. We yearn for inspiration. And what better way to inspire than to share our thoughts with one another. A huge round of applause to everyone for suggesting ideas for our segment. The topic which received the highest number of votes this week was “Silence.” For inspiration please refer to these two wonderful poems below:

Silence  

by Edgar Lee Masters

I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea,
And the silence of the city when it pauses,
And the silence of a man and a maid,
And the silence of the sick
When their eyes roam about the room.
And I ask: For the depths,
Of what use is language?
A beast of the field moans a few times
When death takes its young.
And we are voiceless in the presence of realities —
We cannot speak.

A curious boy asks an old soldier
Sitting in front of the grocery store,
“How did you lose your leg?”
And the old soldier is struck with silence,
Or his mind flies away
Because he cannot concentrate it on Gettysburg.
It comes back jocosely
And he says, “A bear bit it off.”
And the boy wonders, while the old soldier
Dumbly, feebly lives over
The flashes of guns, the thunder of cannon,
The shrieks of the slain,
And himself lying on the ground,
And the hospital surgeons, the knives,
And the long days in bed.
But if he could describe it all
He would be an artist.
But if he were an artist there would be deeper wounds
Which he could not describe.

There is the silence of a great hatred,
And the silence of a great love,
And the silence of an embittered friendship.
There is the silence of a spiritual crisis,
Through which your soul, exquisitely tortured,
Comes with visions not to be uttered
Into a realm of higher life.
There is the silence of defeat.
There is the silence of those unjustly punished;
And the silence of the dying whose hand
Suddenly grips yours.
There is the silence between father and son,
When the father cannot explain his life,
Even though he be misunderstood for it.

There is the silence that comes between husband and wife.
There is the silence of those who have failed;
And the vast silence that covers
Broken nations and vanquished leaders.
There is the silence of Lincoln,
Thinking of the poverty of his youth.
And the silence of Napoleon
After Waterloo.
And the silence of Jeanne d’Arc
Saying amid the flames, “Blessed Jesus” —
Revealing in two words all sorrows, all hope.
And there is the silence of age,
Too full of wisdom for the tongue to utter it
In words intelligible to those who have not lived
The great range of life.

And there is the silence of the dead.
If we who are in life cannot speak
Of profound experiences,
Why do you marvel that the dead
Do not tell you of death?
Their silence shall be interpreted
As we approach them.

The Silence of Love

by George William Russell

I could praise you once with beautiful words ere you came
And entered my life with love in a wind of flame.
I could lure with a song from afar my bird to its nest,
But with pinions drooping together silence is best.

In the land of beautiful silence the winds are laid,
And life grows quietly one in the cloudy shade.
I will not waken the passion that sleeps in the heart,
For the winds that blew us together may blow us apart.

Fear not the stillness; for doubt and despair shall cease
With the gentle voices guiding us into peace.
Our dreams will change as they pass through the gates of gold,
And Quiet, the tender shepherd, shall keep the fold.

 

So pick up a pen and lets begin! As always the prompt will remain open the entire week so that everyone can write according to their own pace and time. Those who wish to link old poems are most welcome to do so. Please click on the blue widget below. When it opens be sure to click on “add your link.” Now skip the blanks and proceed directly to “try here” written at the end in small font. It will direct you on how to link your poem. Please visit other Poets and do comment on their poems. Have fun ❤️

18 thoughts on “On Popular Demand – Into the soul deep there lies but Silence – [1]

  1. Susan says:

    What a wonderful collection of poems you have chosen! Great prompt!
    Next Thursday, I’m going away for a couple of months to work on a novel, a new form for me. I’ll be writer in residence at a retreat center. Just before your next prompt!
    I will be back to visit when I can.
    I want to congratulate you on this successful blog!

    • Sanaa says:

      Hello Susan,

      Thats wonderful news! Wish you all the best for your novel 😀
      Thank you so much for everything, will miss your loving presence.
      xoxo

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  3. Jules says:

    Perhaps when I am all caught up on my other prompts I will have to come back and investigate your Prompt Nights – I hope you have much success with it.

    Cheers, Jules

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