Silence wraps itself around my senses
Soundless visions tiptoe through my mind
In my world, sound has been suspended
I hear your voice only with my eyes

Words are only shapes when they are spoken
Taking form because of what I see
My eyes hear what it is that you are saying
And silently with my hands I speak

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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3 Responses to Mute

  1. quiall says:

    Sigh . . . this makes me remember . . . Lovely!


  2. Sonya Kassam says:

    A beautiful depiction.


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