Where Words Come From

a presence of something rooted in whispers of truth
permitted by stillness found in a droning sound of a bee

a freedom to inhabit spaces, where even a skylark
knows best not to giggle as solitude embraces loneliness

an acceptance of aloneness that decorates sunsets
with a tinge of gold as evening air richly fills the lungs

a sacred place, where words come from
– silence

Note: Poem linked to Sanaa’s Prompt Nights, “Descent into the abyss of Solitude”.

28 thoughts on “Where Words Come From

  1. A wonderful poem, Khaya and its sense of peace and tranquility is intense. Beautiful phrases here such as: ‘where even a skylark
    knows best not to giggle as solitude embraces loneliness.’ Silence around you is so important but also I find it harder to silence the ‘chatter’ in my head – once that is at peace then words flow! Or even, as the words flow that silence is achieved. Thought provoking lovely piece of writing.

    1. I agree Annika, the ‘chatter’ in the head is most difficult to silence. But hopefully solitude allows us that space too, to listen and deal with unreliable voices in our heads. 🙂 Thank you for your encouraging comment!

  2. Whistles!! ❤️? This is absolutely breathtaking verse, Khaya 🙂 such a sense of wisdom and peace travels in this poem. Especially love “an acceptance of aloneness that decorates sunsets with a tinge of gold as evening air richly fills the lungs” Sigh.. beautifully executed. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support ❤️?

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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