Sunday, January 28, 2007

The Call of Silence
By Don Iannone

The silence rings
throughout the room
I've lived in so long
and have always called my home.
The silence shatters the mirror
in the room
I've lived in so long
and always called my home.
The silence cries lonely tears
that flood the well
just outside the house
wherein lies the room
that for so long
I've called my home.
The silence speaks my name in words
that only I can hear...
words that lead me outside the room
that for so long
I've waited for silence to come.
The silence beckons me
to follow my hungry heart
now so aroused
I can no longer live
in the room
I used to call my home.
And now outside the room
never ever alone
the silence watches over me.


J. Andrew Lockhart said...

Really powreful --- great rhythm to it, too.

lalitha said...

WOW! I can almost feel the silence.

jel said...

that is very sad!

take care

Borut said...

Beautiful! Reminds me of my first dream that I consider to be important. I was asleep at home. Somebody was calling my name.I woke up in dreams and went to the door. I found nobody there!? Now I know! It was the silece calling...

QUASAR9 said...

Silence is golden
stillness at peace, is a gift

It is not silence which beckons
nor stillness which moves the swift

Don Iannone said...

Thanks all for your wonderful comments. Our true nature is silence. All of us eventually return to that true nature.

Kristen said...

As I ended my reading I was covered in goosebumps. (A total body reaction to hearing something real or significant.)

Don Iannone said...

Kristen...thanks. Silence is always significant. Again, it is our true nature. It's always powerful to encounter true nature.

samuru999 said...

Wonderful poem, Don
Thank you!


Kristen said...

Television is the biggest destroyer of silence. It is an addiction that is destroying humanity's connection with reality.

Interesting discussion here.

Janice said...

Excellent verse Don.
Your words bring to mind what a Sufi once wrote: If what you have come to tell me is not more beautiful than the Stillness please don't speak.

Kai C. said...

i love it

& thank you for listening my voice...

gautami tripathy said...

I totally relate to it. Silence is our constant companion and I know it watches over me.

Kathleen said...

This is amazing Don...
"...I can no longer live
in the room
I used to call my home.
Outside the room
never ever alone
the silence now watches over me..." Wow...

As Dan says... when is that next poetry book coming out?!!!

(Dan says HI!!!! :)

Hope you are having a lovely weekend... Boulder is sunny and blue today!

floots said...

hope you are ok

Don Iannone said...

Thanks everyone for your comments.

Don is perfectly fine. This poem drifted out of the rugged Welch countryside and the lonely winds that blow there.

Rob said...

Silence is powerful stuff!

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Rob. Hope you're well.

Dan said...


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