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Silence is Loud

April 22, 2012
By Evagline.Brisa.Wilder GOLD, Collegeville, Pennsylvania
Evagline.Brisa.Wilder GOLD, Collegeville, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
"Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world."
-Albert Einstein


Now close your eyes, blackness envelopes your eyes like black clouds clouding your eyes



You hear birds flapping their wings and cawing getting out of the storm ahead



You hear rocks silently making a rumble sound



You hear trees shake their leaves, whipping their branches



You are waiting for the rain to pelt you, waiting to soak you clothes that stick to your body



You remember having a thought of sticking your tongue out to taste the rain



Shake your head, … that is silly



You wait for the thunder booming in the distance, counting the seconds of how many miles away it is



Boom 1... Boom 2... Boom 3...



13 miles away you think



You wait to hear the electrifying sound of lightning







In your memories it reminds you a jaguar yowling in pain



Blood oozing out of its cuts over one eye, across its back and down his right front leg



It is limping... pad... pad the sound of its foot lightly hitting the ground, walking a few steps



You do not know this but those padded paws are worn down to the thinness of the pad



Thump you hear the jaguar has fallen defeated slowly dying



Gradually the head turns to you its yellow eyes flicker at you, not going to fight you but one last look before it dies



You wait to shudder, waiting for the tears to fall down your face, wanting to help the poor creature



Slowly the tiny droplets curve down your soft baby's cheek and form a puddle on the grass







Another memory pops in your hear, your mother slowly soothing you about the nightmare you had



You liked the hug, the warmth, the grasp, the unifying heartbeats, and the rhythm of the rocking







Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth



Little by little you fall asleep



Coming back to your senses, still your eyes are closed



You wait to smell the green grass, all covered in dew



It even though you do not see them it strikes a bell of the last time you say a spider web in the morning sunlight after it has rained, all the lines are connected, like silk and the rain drops have been captured



That is unique, you are in awe







Coming back to this moment of the storm



You wait until it ends



You wait for your body to shiver of the cold gust



But then nothings is really happening you…eyes still closed



Nothing is happening







Something is bothering you, you do not know what



You realize it was silence and imagination



Silence is loud



And Imagination is powerful


The author's comments:
You have to read this in a dark room and with absolute quietness.

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on May. 4 2012 at 1:55 pm
Nicole67 PLATINUM, Indianola, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
"Someday, someone will walk into your life and make you realize why it never worked out with anyone else."
"we often put up walls not to keep people out, but to see who cares to get through"
“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.”

i love this but The line in the first stanza, "Like black clouds clouding your eyes" is kinda confusing because you said the word eyes a lot so...

Just a suggestion but i think it would flow better if you said "like black clouds hiding the clear sky"