Friday, 23 July 2010

Silence is Golden

'LIKE GOLD' From Visual Counterpoint

The air drifted across her face like the touch of a butterfly,
She opened her eyes and saw the sun gleaming like gold through the trees,
‘Where are you?’ she asked.
The answer had been waiting for the right question at the right time so long that the small girl lying under the old tree did not understand the words when they reached her.
She only heard the wind rustle the leaves and the sound of silence was again lost in the sheer noise that surrounded it.

The child grew up always asking questions but none so fundamental as the one she so quickly forgot she had ever asked.

The only thing audible communication has to positively offer against the sheer negative destruction of silence is music.
All the rest is a lie.


Andy said...

Another fascinating entry. your words always paint a vivid picture in my mind, this time going back to my childhood when much time was spent in the country.

Liz said...
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Liz said...

I am glad that my words painted a picture for you.

My pictures require the imagination of the reader.

Where do you find imagination?
In children and adults still willing to learn.