<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471230" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Echoes Of The Silence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The black squirming beads<br>Confine the groveling quietus<br>Beneath the strands of my canopy<br>And it cradles a somnolence<br>Farce, vis-à-vis the despondence<br>Of the elusive spangling ivories<br>Amidst the sound of desolation</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can hear the echoes fringe<br>The quiescent of a hiatus<br>Of the shriveling breaths<br>Of my lost secluded island<br>Where the sun never mount <br>Thus, never shrink out<br>From the dearth of my toppling horizon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Effervescent carols linger and slither<br>Suffocating the mistral atmosphere<br>Reckoning the blaring tapestry<br>Albeit, the frescoes dispensed<br>The myriad of gaiety's absence<br>Mantled by the echoes of silence<br>Of the rattling black beads</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As pyrotechnics splattered on the ceiling<br>And the light show kept stirring<br>The ricochet of the quietude<br>In a detrimental ripple<br>Paving all frothing waves<br>To obliterate the emerging<br>Isthmus of sequestered tentacles</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the black beads wondered<br>Wandering far off sobriety<br>Entangled with a lethal envy<br>Upon the jocund gypsies<br>Excluding such complacence, <br>What is it searing in their revelries<br>That is louder than my carousing silence? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fire of a poet manqué<br>Was quelled by the merriment where<br>Quietude was inscribed on the RSVP<br>Meanwhile, the living shadows<br>Fumbled on prismatic meadows<br>Where my words use to tinker<br>Now ensconced in the echoes of silence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I would ballast pensively<br>In a muted and pantomimic spiel<br>With or without you or me<br>There will be a surfeit of abeyance<br>Where are you, temporal eternity? <br>My mouth is dry, the beads had died<br>I can still hear the echoes and its silence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a strident whimper<br>Of a vociferous tatterdemalion<br>The silence hallooed and coiled<br>In an echolalia of reiteration<br>And in the rebound, there I reside<br>I am the unheard vociferation<br>In the echoes of the silence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471230" data-title="Echoes Of The Silence de Norman Santos" data-description="The black squirming beads Confine the groveling quietus Beneath the strands of my canopy And it cradles a somnolence Farce, vis-à-vis the despondence Of the elusive spangling ivories Amidst the sound of desolation I can hear the echoes fringe Th..."></div> </div> </div>

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