Monday, July 25, 2005

When Can We Say Something?


How many mouths
were silenced,
in the days,
the weeks,
the months,
those tender years?
The Ages.
Can we speak?
Is there anybody out
there, in there, by there?
When can we speak?
Is it appropriate
to say something,
now?
These are the
sentences that
have fallen on deaf ears
over the years,
collective,
for there is no blame.
No Blame.
The time
it takes for something
to be heard,
is precious.
Each repetition,
the asking,
is gold.
But the time
when all ears
are open,
through patience,
the ebb and flow -
then we will know
we have been
heard.
copyright Monika Roleff 2005.

2 Comments:

At 11:26 PM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Penguins courtesy of Open Photo.

 
At 4:10 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Favourite lines of a song I love, that questions the meaning of our existence when all else fails says "....our hearts to open, our reason to be here." I would love to hear more about Thrace, and one of my most favourite ancients is Orpheus, in all his different tellings.

 

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