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Silence Is Me

written by: Charlie Bottle



"I" am an alphabet,
a complex word,
that sits in silence listening,
to the vacuous prattle
they call small talk.

I look at the floor
my eyes follow the dust
dancing on the sunbeam,
that sneaked into the room
from the window,
rising and falling,
going nowhere.

I am the sunbeam
listening to the dust
of conversations
that go nowhere,
that will be forgotten,
or unnoticed as the sun rises higher,
and the sunbeam leaves the room.

I am the sun in the sky,
observing green trees,
flowing rivers and mountains,
people talk all the darned time,
Silence is Me.

Charlie Bottle

Charlie Bottle

Charlie Bottle's passion is poetry. He has lived on three continents, speaks five languages and loves different cultures, people, music and food. He believes that "Poetry uses the economy of words to express the essence of our humanity." It is this magical use of brevity to express the profound that drew him to poetry. While his professional and personal life has pulled him in different directions, He continues in his discipleship of the craft and writes whenever the muse moves him. While English is his second language it is the language in which he lives, breathes, thinks and writes poetry.
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