Slipped into the old neighbourhood,
After a time away,
So quiet, new people have moved in,
Saw a few old timers,
Didn't have time to say hello tho',
Stopped to say "hi" to two old buddies,
Time has changed people it seems,
One looses touch with what was,
After a time away,
Perhaps thats how its meant to be.
Wish for familiar faces,
laughter and greetings,
Now lonely abandoned homes line this avenue, with the only coffee shop,
called the "Poetry Cafe",
In this quiet little place,
Thoughts were shared,
Emotions analysed,
Souls touched, over hot steaming coffees.
Thought I'd stop in for a cup of coffee,
Perhaps I'd meet some "old friends",
From the past, reminisce over old times,
Or meet new friends,
Find out what brought them to this
quiet lil' cafe,
Perhaps like me,
While I spend my days,
In this ghostlike neighbourshood,
We can all enjoy our coffee in peace,
and silently remember what use to be
while enjoying each others company
In silence.
Aaaaaahhhh!!! yearn for peace, thought I had found peace, never counted on the memories of the subconcious mind........
Hey never bag Silence..it too has a Story to tell. Heres one for you from my Scrap Book..hope you like it:
SILENCE SPEAKS (by raitman)
Silence Speaks !
Its message heard loudest in the deep of night
The kundu skips a beat, the garamut goes quiet
Unheard painful vibes puts slumber to flight
The missing stanza talks, the muted melody educates
Silence speaks, I better not put up a fight!
Silence Speaks !
Its sobering tale amplified thrice over in my mind as I write
The morning’s stillness broadcasts it aloud, the midday heat echoes the same
The afternoon’s deafening quietness brings no respite
Hey, Amigo I need a siesta bad
Silence speaks, I cannot put up a fight!
Silence speaks..
Its liberating news splashed across Mosbi’s evening sky – what a sight !
The clouds scream Shout to the Lord, as the sunset whispers..
Be still and know that I am God,… sounds like music alright !
Sweet surrender, Peace be still..!
Silence Speaks, How can I fight ?
There comes a time,
When all has to end,
Growing done,
Schooling done,
Education gained,
Work done,
People met,
Experiences counted,
And slotted into appropriate files,
Some to be taken out,
In later years,
To remember,
Some to be left,
Forever closed.
FOREVER CLOSED.
F
O
R
E
V
E
R
C L O S E D!!
A new beginning sprouts
From an end
That was never meant to be
For from what’s thought dead
Comes new life
A new beginning
Of many a splendour things.
So never say die
For there is never really
An end to anything
One chapter closes
And another opens
Life does not promise sympathy
But never fails to open
A window for a new beginning.
WOW ! = Words Of Wisdom ....yours may be a targetted post @your majesty, however I could not resist but volunteer the following supplement to your great piece, hope its relevant:
.. "when the wind slams the door shut from the inside, there's got to be a window open in the house somewhere ! "
