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silent spring

by Peter Humphreys

as a leaf
late lingering
let loose
by swift March winds
silence
falls

silence falls
within these old
and care worn walls
beneath the budding
chestnut trees
upon the violets
daffodils and leaves
silence
falls

silence falls
and
as I sit
upon a wooden bench
crafted by hands
for such as me
my eyes rise
to the pine tree tops
as on the bank
beside me
a badger set
is seen
silence
falls

silence falls
as children play
and men do smoke their lives away
one by one
or coupled be
I sit beneath
these burgeoning trees
as silence
comes
silence goes
for whom
we yet
not know

03/27/2008

Author's Note: Written, after radiotherapy, in the grounds of St. Luke's Hospital (Dublin) which cares for those affected by cancer in the most human of ways.

Posted on 03/27/2008
Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 03/27/08 at 01:33 PM

This is really thought provoking. Amazing how silence can speak so loud at times like these. Best of luck Peter. Very lovely!

Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 03/27/08 at 02:48 PM

As usual Peter that's proper poetry. Good luck mate.

Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 03/30/08 at 02:06 PM

Hi Peter. This is beautiful. The repetition works so well.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 03/30/08 at 10:55 PM

You are as a fearless troubadour, though many would wane in your same condition, I cheer your view and song. Best to you. Thanks.

Posted by Tony Young on 03/31/08 at 09:52 PM

Great write Peter, thought provoking...."for whom we yet not know". silence falls unto and takes hold as cancers do. Wishing you good health Peter

Posted by Maria Massarella on 04/01/08 at 02:29 AM

I have known what it is to be like that "leaf late lingering let loose by swift March winds" and have embraced the falling of silence that you have captured so well ... Just, I didn't linger long enough on the bench after therapy to write of it. Sant'Orsola hospital was too distant from my home, and the highway called, but my mind and heart lingered, as did my eyes, and treasured notes of how silent spring can be. You have written of it so eloquently. May there be other springs, that you may capture anew its song ... *m.a

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/01/08 at 04:24 PM

A very strong and emotional poem Peter aptly capturing the underlying mood of the inspiration. I really like the choice of words and construction; the closing stanza especially leaves a lasting impression. Good luck with the treatment.

Posted by Laurie Blum on 04/02/08 at 12:37 PM

A lovely powerful piece, that evokes feelings of both sorrow and hope.

Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 04/02/08 at 06:15 PM

Intensely still and alive, we are rooted to the bench there with you and our heads are full of the breeze in pines and time's silent deep spring.

Posted by Tony Whitaker on 04/03/08 at 08:20 AM

A wonderful, thought-provoking piece! A grand testament to those who share your burden. May your cure be swift and your writing remain as brilliant!

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/08/08 at 02:39 AM

b e a u t i f u l

Posted by Mara Meade on 04/08/08 at 06:10 PM

I am left quitened and humbled at this description of beauty, and how it affects those who see it.

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