Quiet like the dawn crashing upon the rocky shore of darkness.
Full of noise, full of life. A roar of silence.
Too loud to speak.
In all things I am.
I exist. Sentient.
Feeling, knowing, being. Thunderous. Mute.
Heaving towards stillness, the permanent precipice, the denouement.
Beauty in knowing acceptance. Birthing terminus.
The rocky shore of darkness as the light creeps quietly away.
Waiting to be reborn.
Me, spewing my bad poetry on an unsuspecting readership. 😉 It had to be done. Sorry all. Just one of those days/nights.
Posted on December 12, 2012, in Just a Note, Nuthin' much, Our World and tagged acceptance, art, bad poetry, beauty, birth, death, life, nature, pensive, philosophy, poem, poetry, prose, quiet, verse. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.