People and events have triggered my emotions which expressed themselves in poetic form, not in any regular formal tradition more as an expression of ideas or feelings. The pattern of the poems came from the sound of the words in my mind not from any formal poetic arrangement. Ged

Friday, 18 May 2012

The Sound


Before creation was silence.
The silence gave forth creation 
And out of creation was born the sound
And the sound moved in the heavens,
Swelled in the seas,
 Rose in the trees and
Flowed in the rivers.
And the sound shrilled through nature.

But man took the sound
And uttering his heart he
Breathed the poem
And gave
Life to the word.
Man became the word
And the word became the poem
And man listened in silence.

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