Senses, now four, becomes heightened and acute
Inquisitive little fingers speak where sound forgot to breathe
Lovingly, she forms her words in silent motions with her hands
Each movement a curious dance as her lips purse to a silent rhythm
Noiseless, silent, she imparts her message to the world
Can you hear, see the beauty in my silence
Every worded motion becomes pure poetry!
About the Creator
Antoni De'Leon
Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content. (Helen Keller).
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The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
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Comments (7)
So on point, great perception.
Gorgeous work! Very Very well done!!
Lovely acrostic!! ☺️ 👏
I love how you describe it like a dance 😁 Great take on the challenge 😁
Poignantly penned!!! ❤️❤️💕
This is such a lovely evocation of a different way of communicating.
This was absolutely beautiful! Loved it so much!