actually we learn more <br />from ourselves by not talking much <br />words are assuming <br />the sounds of rain <br />sometimes unnecessary thunder <br />everything still <br />like quite quiet <br />words become to crowded <br />on such a limited space <br />words that are meant not <br />to be uttered <br />because they are too precious <br />in our privacy <br />not to be shared <br />and we learn more from this <br />respect for stillness <br />for the poplar state <br />no wonder how God has not <br />put mouths to this earth <br />which when it speaks <br />shows its tongue in tsunamis <br />its screams in volcanic eruptions <br />its fears in quakes <br /> <br />i am studying in my lifetime <br />the art of silence <br />the beauty of words unspoken <br />on my lips <br />are embroidered tendrils <br />of climbing <br />morning glories <br />on the trellis of my mind<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/savoring-the-silence-of-privacy/
