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Perfect Silence
by Kristina Woodhill
"Perfect silence", confides this limestone earth.
"Feel the draft grab where cousin airs' wings meet,
Mixed in that moment where blue sky's strong, sweet
Breath inhales vast depth's engulfing black dearth.
Attend me now on your slow downward search;
Water-cut caverns of Tartarus' streets;
Cyclop's lightning bolts need flash bright to see
The Mammoth gods' halls Time's rivers did birth.
Enter with confidence, verve, and self worth,
Wary, I pray, that you claim nimble feet;
Treading through temples laid down by Hades;
Eyes seeking glimmers before his cold hearth."
Hajj-like, intending to speak to our gods;
Humbled by Silence, pure Zen to stilled thoughts.
06/10/2008
Author's Note: After touring one of the Mammoth Caves - the Historic Tour, Kentucky, the silence down under in stark contrast to the newly hatched cicadas above ground in the surrounding forests - absolutely amazing!
Posted on 06/10/2008
Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 06/10/08 at 05:21 PM Well done m'lady. Isn't it amazing how new experiences stretch the mind. I was fortunate this past weekend to drive along the senic hi-way near Cody and named after Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce. I know why he loved this land and how he must cry at night for what we have done to it. It is one of the most beautiful areas I've ever seen. Again nice write! |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 06/10/08 at 06:20 PM Man's architecture can't compare to that of Mother Nature. The description combined with Greek and Zen references makes this a totally incredible picture. I think I can see it in my mind, but that would pale in comparison to seeing it for real, I'm sure. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 06/10/08 at 09:49 PM ..."confides this limestone earth"...ooooh, and the bow at the end, the two-liner, double ooooh...charlie |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/19/08 at 04:15 AM You cast me down into the rocky cool void and reveal in your poem - like the first mineral deposits dripped upon the floor to begin what will be a great monument to the patience of the gods - the richness that can be had in the awesome silence. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/16/08 at 11:14 AM I perceive opuses of all sorts being forged within and without the borders of these words. |
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