Journal for The Journey-A Poetry Class

Poem for today.

Silence Calls  (E) Silence is not the absence of sound. Find out more. #1513321 by SWPoet

Journal entry:

Sitting in training learning how to do data entry for all my cases -Huge new database for our county UGH. My days of using my love of writing to craft detailed family assessments is over. Thanks to the Techies, we now get to put one little sentence in a square and another in another square and click the arrow and choose one of five or thirty choices. So much for individual. Anyway, my adhd self is actually looking forward to a paperless data system where I have to do a before I do b and so on-then all the tasks don't call to me at once. At any rate, I am in the midst of a confusing and technical training (about how to do a purchase order-I did social work not accounting FOR A REASON LOL) and my brain is on poetry. Each break, I was typing a stanza on Word while clicking back to the screen when training started again. There is apparently no dividing line between our work life and our creative selves. We can hide it, sit on it, cover it up, lie to ourselves, but eventually (like a laugh we hold down in the back of church till it explodes) IT WILL COME TO THE SURFACE. May we embrace this gift and let it out of the pen (literally and figuratively) and let our words run around for some exercise.

Brandy


I'm including the poem here if you don't want click over.

Silence Calls

Silence calls,
a whisper in my
soul. I search
for moments
when noise recedes from my world.
I searched in vain. Then,

Silence said,
to me, it matters
not if you
can’t find me,
I’m always there just below
the hum of your days.

I am not
the absence of sound,
I am the
absence of
noise inside your head, drowning
the voice of your soul.

Release the
anger, worry, fear,
resentments
that often
linger here, spinning around
behind cluttered minds.

Then, call me
and you’ll hear my words.
You’re never
alone, please
know that God and I always
reside within you.

But sometimes,
even though I know
you are there,
you and God,
noise and loneliness will still
creep inside my soul.

But I will
remember your words
and pray for
moments when
life in this crazy world fills
my soul with laughter.

And silence
winked at me and said,
What more could
God and I
ask of you, my child, but that
which you have become?"


SWPoet

This is using the poetry form pattern of syllables: 3/5/3/3/7/5 in six line stanzas. (Karen did one and I have to return to that poem b/c I can't remember the name of the form.







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