Quiet

I am enamoured of

the eerie silence

that follows

the booming fireworks,

the vacant grounds

after the carnival leaves,

and the phone call

that meekly ends

after a silent pause;

it always comes

as a pleasant surprise

when the loud world

hushes up

for the innately quiet.

©Aaysid

“When you are crazy you learn to keep quiet.”

Philip K. Dick

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  1. “The innately quiet…” Yep, I get this, absolutely. As a pretty extreme introvert, I’m incredibly quiet in real-life. I, too, love the stillness the follows noise and bluster. It’s then when things reset and settle down again. You’re not only an amazing poet, Aaysid, you also appear to be a mind-reader at times! This is a wonderful, meaningful poem and I really identify with it. 🙂

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