The Quiet of the City

I incline my head,

the breeze tickling my throat.

My fingers dance across the park bench,

catching on brambles in the wood.

I listen to the whisper and whine,

The screams and shouts of the City.

There are people dancing and singing.

The moon kissing their shoulders,

shining it’s gratitude.

The buildings twinkle in the night,

as if in response.

A dog barks across the street,

his tail wags and twirls beneath his feet.

I close my eyes,

the sounds washing over me as a wave.

The City is nothing but loud and boisterous,

but to me the sound calms.

The quiet of the City is nothing at all.

Rather the quiet of the City is a symphony,

a symphony of lives coming together,

each a different key.

Challenge

Moon, night, quiet.

Write anything you like, but the words 'moon' 'night' and 'quiet have to appear.

ddullahan

15 reads

goodnight

in the willows i find

swaying softly, side to side

the barest hint of shadow

outlined in moonlight.

it sings a tune as it swings -

a crooning, quiet melody

witnessed by me and that great,

lonely silver eye.

where the moon, she weeps in starlight -

her blanket of night gives out

a thick, hollowing sob, and

wind catches like air in the lungs.

i am, broken like glass -

my heart left a long, bloody path

as i stare at that bending branch.

grief rises like the tide and i

can't help but sing along.

Challenge

Moon, night, quiet.

Write anything you like, but the words 'moon' 'night' and 'quiet have to appear.

englishgirl

23 reads

the moon shone lightly down on their faces, hands entwined, and bodies close, wishing to be closer. their conversation dwindled, and soon she found herself longing for a quiet place where they could talk more deeply, and he thought the same, yet both were too afraid to speak. for they both longed intimacy-but not of the kind that was 1 a.m. at night, sneakily wandering into a house and linking bodies closer. no, they wanted a deeper connection-she wanted to know his soul. the deep dark depths of his mind where nobody else had been....he wanted to give her the dark depths. and they learned the beauty of a soul.