Thirst for Silence
The noise of words spins our heads,
a blur in a world stripped of silence.
We climb mountains—jagged and steep,
we sink beneath the sea’s heavyweight,
but even there, no refuge,
just the desperate cry of our inner voice,
parched and pleading for the quiet we’ve lost.
In this world, hunger is a flaw,
abundance, the god we serve.
Where simple feelings fall out of fashion,
it’s all or nothing—nothing at all.
And the lucky ones?
They’re the blind, the deaf,
unaware of the chaos,
immune to the chase
for what’s hollow and fleeting.
We drown in a flood of excess,
where the loudest noise wins,
where desire is currency,
and silence, a rare and dying breed.
I choose to stay hungry,
untouched by the clamor of more,
but full—nourished by my silence.
Let the world rush,
let it howl and roar,
I’ll carve my space from the quiet,
where the only voice that lingers
is my own.
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Welcome to Cosmo, Nika!
I wish you inspiration & imagination.
Bernadete Â
Thank you!
I see this as a poem about poets. Or writers generally. The first line suggests that to me. The third and fourth lines are where our writing can take us. The quiet we've lost to me is the peace we cannot find because we feel the need to write about what is wrong with the world.Â
The blind and the deaf are not literally that. They are blind and deaf to what is going on. The third verse is great.Â
I know why you choose what you do in the last verse but I feel your happiness there will be transitory. You are a writer. Sooner or later the call will be there, one you cannot resist.
Then again I could be wrong.Â
I really like your reading and vision. It differs from the meaning that I put into it, but it takes place, and it is great. After all, for me, poetry is not only what I want to say but also what others can see. Thank you.
Glad you like my interpretation despite it not being your intention. I do agree with you that it matters not if someone sees something in your, or my, writing that we hadn't intended. You are very welcome.Â
love your words! welcome to Cosmo Nika! your words remind me of a great song by Simon & Garfunkel, " Silence " !.......................................................Jim
Oh really, I need to listen to a song and thank you.
Well written Nika.
Thank you, Wilford.Â
Beautiful writeÂ
Merci