Silent Speak
Every move speaks volumes,
alone, sitting on a bench,
no one can hear, or spell,
or even understand French.
A restaurant’s waiter asks,
yet seems confused,
baby boy’s cry is comforted,
while he looks on – amused.
Quarterback changes plays,
audibles, muffled by the crowd,
man drowns in the ocean,
’though he screams out loud.
Lovers gaze deep in their eyes,
hoping to convey,
all that they ever wanted to,
but just couldn’t say.
Children playing, laughing,
mom yells, “time for sup,”
parents never listen, only ask,
“homework done, washed up?”
Deaf teachers practice, preach,
their pupils try hard,
like stripes on His back,
their hopes left scarred.
Too often we try, fail,
speak louder to be heard,
silent speak is not easy,
try using proper words.
© 2010 Randolph D. Brown, Jr.
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