The Sound of Quiet

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

(written with the tragedy in Florida in mind) There is a sound that can break a heart and touch a human soul. A sound that can overwhelm and even devastate the spirit and the passion of an ordinary person, be them man or woman or even child of any age.

THE SOUND OF QUIET

By Al Garcia

There is a sound that can break a heart and touch a human soul.  A sound that can overwhelm and even devastate the spirit and the passion of an ordinary person, be them man or woman or even child of any age.

It is the sound of quiet.  It is the stillness and the silence that remains behind when the pandemonium stops, when the twisted and tattered remnants of what used to be, lay scattered and shattered, like broken dreams on a battlefield. 

The voices, the laughter, the sound of beating hearts, no longer heard in the shadows of the night.  The rhythm of the morning waves of time, unheard, imperceptible through the roar of devastation.  Just silence and the sound of quiet.

And then, like in war, the cries in the night can be heard.  The agony.  The anguish.  The disbelief and doubt that disasters and tragedies seem to create.  And immediately, the human need to reach out.  To touch.  To embrace.  To comfort.  To console. 

And as we watch, we hold our breath, as our hearts and souls hear only the sound of quiet.  And we utter a silent cry within, to match the sound no longer heard.

The morning sun betrays the broken lives and broken hearts left in the rubble and the wreckage of the night before.  Twisted, mangled, crushed and battered remnants of what used to be.  Now a field of silent memories, as the rays of light begin to light the darkness and the sorrow left behind.

How powerful the sound of quiet can be, as hope begins to fade.  How lonely the moments, as helplessness prevails.  How profound the grief, as it invades the hearts of those who walked away.  It is the silence and the quiet that will forever haunt the days of their lives, and shadows that will wake them in the middle of the night.  Lives forever changed, forever altered, forever distorted in the shadows of the night.

The sound of quiet is deafening and frightening.  It disorients the senses, and consumes the mind and scars the human heart.  For it is the harmony, the rhythm, and the melody of a beating heart that brings alive the sound of life and of living, and makes possible the dreams that make tomorrows bloom. 


Submitted: June 25, 2021

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