Yes, I wrote poetry. Lots of it. Much of it horribly overwrought with painfully bad turns of phrase and excesses of emotion. Whatever. Some of it I still like – and frankly if I were to write poetry today it’d probably end up much the same. I remain fond of this one, purple prose and all. I think it’s from the early 1990s.
the voice of silence hanging in the air
does break the quiet of the early morn
mute beauty bursting forth is not so rare
when sun and earth together are reborn
the simplest song so softly can be heard
it beckons with a haunting melody
the crickets join together with the bird
and mountains come together with the sea
the peaceful solitude that can be found
within the misty dew before the dawn
is mystically free of any sound
and hovers in the air when morning’s gone
as night and shadow slowly fade away
tranquility envelops early day
May I have part of this beautiful poem added to one of my pictures?
Sure. I’d appreciate it if you could credit me in some way, but feel free to use it. Thank you for asking, and I’m glad you like it.