This poem was written in a stream of consciousness writing session and is about those we need to listen to more carefully if we are to hear their true voice.
Those
Those the gentle silent, let them be heard
We may see little, but their words do stir
The fractious and unwilling to realise they are living
Among these silent souls
Those the wide-eyed birds, let them still soar
Beyond city rooftops and distant seashores
Craving mouths and ruptured cries abound
Let not we try to deafen their sound
For who are we to judge what is right and what is wrong
To think we know it all, yet eclipse mystery’s song
We all share silence, it is the notes found in between
That remind us who we are and how we should be
And if one day you find you come upon
A silent soul or wide-eyed bird in song
Learn from them, learn how they take flight
To grace the day that falls to night
Those who arrest our thoughts
Those gentle silent
Those wide-eyed birds
‘Those’ was written to the music of Sam Ock’s ‘Be Still and Know’ which helped sustain the creative spark that can go out all too quickly.
Notebook where ‘Those’ was written while listening to Sam Ock’s ‘Be Still and Know’ on repeat.