When we waver,
it is often done in silence.
Silence offers the mind space to regret,
mourn, ponder, reflect.
Silence speaks as loudly
as the truth.
Silence can be a canyon
filled with the noise
of a thousand minds speaking, yet unheard.
But…
silence can also be bliss.
Silence can be a reward
at the end of a day filled with sound.
Silence can be savored,
cherished, appreciated.
Silence is never nothing.
*This poem was inspired by Krysten Hill’s poem “Nothing”.
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
A meeting place for a world of reflective writers.
Thoughts that may take you on a journey...
Writing from home, school and travel
Thoughts on life
Art History, Reframed.
a place for Middle Grade book-lovers to share and connect
Reflections on Life and Learning from a Retired Teacher
Writing in the month of March
Explore ideas worth spreading
I do stuff
Move the writing. Move the writer.
short fiction writer * writing teacher
One Version of the Truth
adventures in multiple tenses
Insight and Intelligence on Residential Real Estate
A meeting place for a world of reflective writers.
a club for reflective teachers who gather together to improve their practice
Sharing Ideas, Strategies and Tools
NBCT, GCI/GCE, BAWP TC, MA
Teach. Read. Live. Inspire.
A secondary school project using podcasts and mp3 players to study australian history
"When you know better, you do better" Maya Angelou
A Reading Life 
Beautiful. I love silence, but that’s probably because I have such a noisy class 😉 Thanks for sharing.
LikeLike
Exquisite! I love how you explore the many facets of silence. My favorite golden line-
“Silence can be a canyon
filled with the noise
of a thousand minds speaking, yet unheard.”
LikeLike
Wow, this poem really got me thinking, especially as someone who processes internally and is often perceived as “silent” to others. I loved the lines, “Silence offers the mind space to regret, mourn, ponder, reflect.”
LikeLike
WOW! I was thinking “What inspired you to write this?” and then I saw you added your inspiration. I love the last line. Silence is often defines as what is not there and implies “nothing” But you boldly end with the opposite idea. Silence is never nothing. Thnaks for getting me to think! Thanks for sharing your poem!
LikeLike
Silence is never nothing. So simple and yet boy does that ring true. Sometimes it’s coveted and sometimes is awful. And… how much control can we exert into affecting which one we experience?
Great post!
LikeLike
Lovely poem, silence is precious, I like the line about silence waiting as a reward after a day of noise
LikeLike