POETRY

Folded Silence Wants to Be Unfolded

Prompt #11 — Folded Silence. Do we really understand the magic of silence and space?

The sound of silence speaks to me of space filled with waves of nothingness.

Or is it nothingness?

Do we really understand the magic of space?

Space is between our atoms and cells. Space is holding us together.

Silence is space.

In poems and prose, the silence speaks volumes. The whiteness is where words are becoming new meanings.

Folded silence, folded space, becomes folded foreverness if not opened by space.

Space is needed for new things to emerge. Slowing down is needed to hear the sound of your longing.

Unfold, my friends, unfold. Ony movement, space, and time will unleash, emerge, and become whatever.

Whatever we long for. Whatever we want our lives to be.

Folded silence wants to be unfolded.

Thank you, Literary Impulse for the prompts of the National Poetry Month. I’ll tag a few friends who might want to join. The month is nearly over…

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