Poem: Silence

Silence seeped in,
as slithering fog,
quiet, mystifying,
it’s face unique and changing,
rolling over green of life,
chilling, as if fingers cold grip,
in this stillness birds flee,
towards the greying skies of a morning,
that refuses to welcome that,
which is smothered in fog’s,
heartless being.
What meaning is of this?

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I'm a writer of stories I'd love to read. I dream of being a best-selling author one day, but don't we all? I'd also love to work as a scriptwriter in Hollywood. Dreams that seem impossible really, but I'm gutsy/dumb enough to try. l love all things paper and pen. Believe me, I collect them. I write novels, poems and scripts. I paint. I have two Kindle novels, In Strange Company, and Charming Mr. Stewart on Amazon.com Follow me and my progress on my blog, www.papermashed.com, on Twitter @evacharya, Facebook 'Author/Filmmaker- Eva Acharya', and sign up for my email.

9 thoughts on “Poem: Silence”

      1. You are gathering momentum, lol… You are faster than the moss. The moss is @koustave. 😉

        He’s not growing at all. LoL.


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