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  • Writer's pictureTony Frobisher

Silent Whistles

Silent Whistles

Saturday starts in silence,

The whistle of tinnitus,

The whistle of memories

Kettle poured into each moment.

Saturday starts in silence,

The whistle of winter winds.

The whistle of soft breaths.

And even the memories

Whistle in whispers.


I try to spend the first hour of my day in silence. Quiet reflection, gentle breathing, listening to memories. Gathering inspiration, storing up stories for as and when the pen is ready.

We all need to appreciate silence in our ever chaotic, noisy, sound filled world. Listen to yourself every now and then, you'll be surprised by what you hear.

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