Category: Michael Cunliffe
By Michael Cunliffe I am silent, I withdraw. I do this, and I do this as meditation, as contemplation – yesterday, today, tomorrow. I find my space, my secret hollow, my cave to hide from a million voices that talk, talk endlessly with nothing to say. I speak less, I speak when I have something […]
By Michael Cunliffe I spoke silent words That were heard By folk without ears, Those words drew tears, Those words allayed fears, Yet those words were absurd. © All poetic works displayed on this website are copyright of the original author. All rights reserved.