Quiescence Rose
Posted on 24. May, 2006 by Barry Hurd in Author's Favorites, Coffee - Volume One, Dedicated Poems, Spiritual
Some people are born quiet. Every action they take is toned down. The real them is hidden by a veil of silence or simply muffled under a flurry of noises. I used to be like this. To the point that I often didn’t share my voice with anyone. I occasionally see it now in other people and I know some of the feelings and expressions that are quietly there. I recognize them as if I was looking into a mirror of my own actions in the past. It makes me wonder how I became quiet or whether or not I ever had way to express what I was thinking appropriately. I still find myself in this role often; it is in fact my very internal nature to be quiet. Yet I have learned that some of the best opportunities of my life have been based on communicating my needs and discovering the needs of my friends around me.
Quiescence Rose
Tranquil calming oddly soothing
Hidden temper gently seething
Measured demeanor patiently breathing
Pleasing nature untroubled to see
Hurtful words serene as the rain
Laughing gale sedated by pain
Inner voices held agreeable and composed
No one realizing the void I call rose
Beautiful silence loved by some to be
With dangerous thorns known only by me
I would be what many considered quiet. That is verbally, I keep to myself. Though inside my head, it is far from quiet at all. Sometimes, I just feel that words will not suffice to display my thoughts and feeling as clearly as I would like them too, so I don’t say anything at all.