Poetic Silence--By Molly Moore--United States

Poetic Silence

Poets speak in the language of silence

Words descending like quiet flakes of snow

On the hearts of readers whose psyches sense

Nuances even the poet didn't know.

Just as the wafting fragrance of the rose,

Who remains unaware of her beautiful array,

So the trailing wake as poetic verse flows

Uplifts each reader in a personal way.

Like the evening mist arising from the pond

That communes and allures us quietly

So the words of the poet take us beyond

The world of sound into subtlety

Where we're freed from the bonds of space and time

Soaring with the bird on silent wing

Traversing the cosmos in rhythm and rhyme

As in quietude the poet makes our souls sing.

Claiming Hawaii as her true home, Molly Moore is currently residing in Seattle, Washington, pursuing a nursing degree. Perhaps her previous career as an international flight attendant is what launched Molly’s "flights of fancy" into poetry. A love of rhythm and rhyme sparks her creative side, especially while outdoors in nature.