There is poetry in silence
in carefully crafted blank pages.
Sometimes the absence of words
reveals so much more
than abusive, muddying, confusing words.
Words can mean
whatever you want -
but the silence is always apparent.
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27 April 2008
April #25
let's surround ourselves
with beautiful things
and let our minds soak it in.
let's dive into worlds
rich in color and texture and feeling
giving us plenty to look at and to feel.
drown our ears in only the best music,
the classical, the greatest hits,
the wondrous awe-inspiring kind.
walk through museums
in silence and in awe
and yes, sometimes
in unimpressed pacing.
let's try to be educated,
aware of what has gone before.
throw away sad trash
and read the Brontes,
throw away ugly moderns,
and regard Picasso and Matisse and van Gogh
and then we'll throw away our culture
and return to real life.
but we'll be better for it,
won't we?
with beautiful things
and let our minds soak it in.
let's dive into worlds
rich in color and texture and feeling
giving us plenty to look at and to feel.
drown our ears in only the best music,
the classical, the greatest hits,
the wondrous awe-inspiring kind.
walk through museums
in silence and in awe
and yes, sometimes
in unimpressed pacing.
let's try to be educated,
aware of what has gone before.
throw away sad trash
and read the Brontes,
throw away ugly moderns,
and regard Picasso and Matisse and van Gogh
and then we'll throw away our culture
and return to real life.
but we'll be better for it,
won't we?
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