The Silent Cry

I sense without hearing
Observe but do not see
Vibrations on my heart
Receive the silent cry

It echoes on my soul
Wrapped as in a dream
Reality denied
Believe the silent cry

Soon it will depart
Yet the essence is still there
I reach to touch its veil
Retrieve the silent cry

I know not whence they come
The whispered waves of pain
Casting a net of sorrow
I grieve the silent cry

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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4 Responses to The Silent Cry

  1. Reblogged this on Grandparent Support and commented:
    I haven’t visited my poetry pages for a while but this one caught my eye in passing and really echoes an alienated grandparents heart.

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