I Wait To Hear The Silence Of My Own Poem Poem by Shalom Freedman

I Wait To Hear The Silence Of My Own Poem



I WAIT TO HEAR THE SILENCE OF MY OWN POEM

I wait to hear the Silence of my own poem
They say that Silence is a form of waiting
And a form of Attention
I do not know what to do with all those Meanings
I have lived too long to be satisfied by Interpretations-

The Silence I hear and the Silence I am
And the Name I am and the Name I do not have
All this is only some small part of all I have known and felt-
How real life has been through so many other worlds
Words too do not have a soul after being overheard so long-

The silence is coming
It is the long silence
It is the forever silence
It is the silence of nothing and all that there is
Don't tell me then that I am not afraid
And that I do know what Silence is-
What I know only is these words
And what are these words?
And who am I?
And why is anything?
Oh G-d Forgive me for the light I do not have-

Sunday, December 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: silence
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Shalom Freedman

Shalom Freedman

Troy New York
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