Not A Sound Poem by Sandra Feldman

Not A Sound

Rating: 5.0


Some have so much to say,
And no one to say it to,
Sad is the Silent morning,
The Silent night,
When language took Flight,

Friday, May 9, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mazhari David 15 May 2014

Yep I know that feeling... to say and... to give. What good is it to have a heart when you cannot share it? This is what shatters me most about solitude. Not being able to give... Words, thoughts, ok, but these are abstractions and a human being cannot live on abstraction day in and day out, can he? * *

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Unwritten Soul 10 May 2014

The continuity of the lines are ended well with something very nice! _Soul

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Valerie Dohren 10 May 2014

I spend a lot of time talking to myself - no, I'm not mad, just lonely. I am sure many can relate to this one.

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Khairul Ahsan 09 May 2014

I am all ears, to listen to you, to all your 'so much to say'!

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