... “but my words... like silent raindrops fell...
And echoed... in the wells of silence...”
You help make our souls recall a place from our past in your writing and photography yet, by focusing on the little things, you help make us more aware of our presence. You’ve definitely gotta gift Richard!
Silence, the purest form of emotional intimacy
Couldn't agree more!
Great photo! Reminds me of London’s East End. Last stanza of poem my favourite along with Mine the silence. What a line.
Thank you! Yeh these Manc backstreets have a touch of the East End about them!
They certainly do. I was trying to figure out the spot until I saw your note that it was Manc.
Love this photo and poem
Thank you - I'm glad you enjoy!
Great photo, nice poem. Cold, wet and silence but are you really peace inside? What are running in your mind?
Thank you! I can certainly find peace when given some silence!
Simon & Garfunkel give their approval. Rain has been a real catalyst for some interesting music in the past 60 plus years.
Totally ...quite partial to a little Garbage and " I'm only happy when it rains ... "
A really nice piece and photograph.
One of the most intriguing songs from my youth:
The Sound of Silence
Simon & Garfunkel
... “but my words... like silent raindrops fell...
And echoed... in the wells of silence...”
You help make our souls recall a place from our past in your writing and photography yet, by focusing on the little things, you help make us more aware of our presence. You’ve definitely gotta gift Richard!