
Inspired and paraphrased from the Red Hand Files (again!) #337 and for the GloProWriMo Day 20 prompt:
write a poem informed by musical phrasing or melody that employs some form of soundplay (rhyme, meter, assonance, alliteration). Also, the poem ‘In Evening Air by Theodore Roethke was suggested as an example, and I used the rhyming form, which I found quite pleasant and I think worked very well.
18th Dec 2025 – shared with What’s Going On – Silence
Maybe not a helpful admission,
I’m not sure where I stand these days;
as the ground shifts
exposing each other’s rifts,
it hardens without permission
and uncertainty sings its praise.
The world, beautiful but broken;
my temperament wishes no further harm;
no left or right
or centre might
have, to me, truly spoken
and guided me towards a calm.
My reason searches for the true
to ease the burden of each other’s sorrow;
how easy it is to break,
to forget to give and take;
cautious and careful in what I do
when nothing is certain tomorrow.
Not knowing what I’m talking about;
does the world need to hear that voice?
Listening to all divergent views
makes me ever more confused
so that when still filled with doubt
silence is my choice.
So maybe I just stand with my art,
valuing the deed over the word;
to the fragile flickering spirit bring
a striving for such praise to sing;
At least, it’s a place to start
so that the silence will still be heard.
Charlie Zero The Poet Music picks & Reviews #24 and my quick thoughts:
MockART – Some nice noise here that is keeping my brain active whilst trying to download an upload for my computer so that I can practice guitar again, since something has messed up one of the apps I like to use. Not sure that I would listen to this at any other time though!
Wet Nurse – Fractured and somewhat scary energy here. It’s interesting for sure but a bit too disturbing for me these days. About 20 years ago I would’ve been all over this.
Meira Asher – Interesting punk hip hop that reminds me of some similar weird freaks I met from Japan in the 00s. I like the more rhythmic tracks over the atmospheric ones.
Half Empty Glasshouse – I have their albums already but had forgotten about them. Lots of time changes and genre warping. This is my kinda jam for sure.
Sleepytime Gorilla Museum – ditto

Of the moment, speaks a raw and difficult truth we will need to confront.
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Cheers Paul 🙏
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My pleasure Shaun 🙂
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I love how this builds with a sense of strong, and quiet resolve in your end verse – Jae
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Thanks Jae 🙏
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Sometimes ‘silence’ can be the best choice.
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I’m not saying anything 😉
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I resonate with this poem. The louder the cacophony gets, the quieter I become. I hold on to my belief in Mother Earth who hopefully will survive our wantonness and teach us a better way to live on this planet. Like you, I wish “no further harm”.
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I’m glad this poem resonated with you. Thanks Sherry 🙏
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You are right…listening to so many divergent views is confusing. And yes sometimes it is best to keep silent among all the noise and choose carefully those you choose to believe.
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Cheers Mary 🙏
It’s a coincidence that this morning I told my grade 11 students never to trust their teachers and they looked a little shocked. I told them that they must find out everything by themselves. Teachers are just a guide.
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“Listening to all divergent views
makes me ever more confused
so that when still filled with doubt
silence is my choice.”
Lovely. And then you turn to your art, which I feel you distinguish from words–and I picture both pallets and poems/songs as a means to hear silence. Yes!
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Thanks Susan 🙏
Words need silence and silence needs words.
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