A Silent Wonderment (On White Shadows)

lake mountains and forest

I don’t know why

Enthralled for some time

Strangers in words

Coming in waves

Now’s not the time

For you and I

To question the minds

Of those passing through

Silence must be

Found between breath

Of song tune and rhyme.

You do all that

And maybe I’m blind

Surcharged is my soul

I think not I know

Behind in the fold

The dull hum of stillness

Emblazons my whole.

A life in the hands

Of peer marching bands

Caught between dreams

Fear my resolve

Meander, meander

Permise heedless ears

Sing for you have to

Preach me you foul!

Read more poetry by Chris:

One Way to Waste a Day

The Empty Nest

Bluebottle Dreams

Chris Kemp

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