Silence

Silence

Silence creeps into me

  settles in anxious place

  as if jittery caffeine

  floods warmth within me

Silence washes

  bleaches stained mind

  renews my hearts

  restores my soul

Silence allows me

  to hear beauty

  babbling streams

  quiets busy thoughts

Silence sharpens vison

  to see sharper

  further into heart

  fog lifts in light's warmth

Silence tears down my

  my walls

  one anxious

  block at a time

Silence invites peace

  baptizes in joy

  cleanses shame

  new flesh's raw beauty

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Silence

                          Silence

Gray light in quietness of morning,
Walking in the hay field,
Stillness wraps around us.

Swallowed in the womb of silence,
Softness of nature's serenade,
Resting land awakens.

Grogginess sluffs off,
Vibrant colors come alive,
Revives the soul.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Silence

             SILENCE

Paradox of silence.

Tension of silence.

Moments when silence rejuvenates.

Moments when silence causes pain.

Silence can be maddening.

Silence can be edifying.

Silence can feed anxiety and fear.

Silence can quiet soul.

Silence can fuel racing thoughts.

Silence can anchor soul to bedrock.

Silence can exasperate loneliness.

Silence can comfort in moments alone.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Image is of irrigation tubes and dams waiting to be stored for winter, in the silence of fresh snow.