SILENCE
An acrostic in free verse
By Dale KayePublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
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Sensitive are her ears to the whisper of the wind.
Intensely she strains to push away the mildest sound,
Lest her rest be ended.
Ended, ended! In agony she moves for the hushed air.
Nerves jangling, her slumber ends, and she strikes out.
Catching the breeze in her grip, she squeezes and it fades,
Ending her disturbance and inviting rest to return.
About the Creator
Dale Kaye
I'm an US disabled Vet living in Scotland, and have been here for 38 years. I've done a lot but for the past 20 years, I've been a Church of Scotland Minister.
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Thank you very much.
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