Ellie belfiglio

When I hear this sound that awakens me, intimidating its way into my cloistered night, I write…


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“THE SILENT SOUND”

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I shall not build towers;
Skyward flowers to sun.
Lest, in climbing, I be blinded by the light,
And fall, stumbling and blind.
Scattered my broken dream,
On desert sand’s gleam, parch and die!

Instead when skies are gray,
on a day, late autumn,
I would plant soil, pat it to mud;
Slumber season of thud, soon in it!

And when they will have uttered:
“The snowdrifts seemed in its dread,
“That long, dead winter was the worst.”
The brave flower, there in wonder-
Yellowed snowdrops in white radiant lover,
At the site, silently awakening my heart-
To sounds of unseen vibrant earth’s might…

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~ Ellie ~
The pictures are from bing.com…

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