Hawaiʻi Sonnet 109 (silence song)

the sound of water may always be the sound of water
the sound of wind, wind
but the sound of silence is always . . . not

you know this

listen to

that nothingness and then describe it

a whistle or a plop
it’s not


it’s so familiar

I carry it with me wherever I go

one note already so high it’s beyond hearing
moving higher infinitely to the next higher note above

the pin point center of a clear helium balloon rising forever

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Today’s word is


Use it in a piece, or to inspire a piece, of writing. Then post that piece as a comment below. I would love to read it : )

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