Modern Romance

**This was inspired by artwork by Sarah of SarahJaneProsetry and the song she included with it.**

Modern Romance

Modern romance

There is no such thing

Old or new

It stays the same

Only the function

The how and the why

Is updated


Reset buttons pushed

With meaty fingers

The mechanical drone



Modern lips still touch

In ancient kisses

Playing to an audience of one

Tears and sweat

Are still saline

Not silicon

Hands and eyes meet


In timelessness

Sound and Vision

**Sarah Jane of SarahJaneprosetry just posted an amazing poem yesterday inspired by a painting of mine called “Mary of Silence”.  I encourage everyone to go check it out by clicking the link above…This inspired me to write a poem of my own based on another of my paintings.**

Beethoven: Symphony No. 7 by David Eric Cummins

Sound and Vision

Lightning dances

Across the mind’s eye

Radiating energy

Illuminating vision

That sees beyond reality

To see the unseen

Sound and vision

Become one

Seeing music

Hearing light

For an instant

Day is night

And night is day

And color

Begins to speak

Letting Go

**This is in response to a challenge from Sarah Jane of SarahJaneprosetry to write a poem on the theme of “letting go”.**


I held a balloon

That took me higher

Ever higher

Took me places

I’d never imagined

And I learned

I learned who I was

And who I did not want to be


But the balloon

Needed to fly

Fly places I

Was not ready to go

So with a wistful smile

And a grateful heart

I let go

I let go

And found myself


Found that I

Was a balloon as well


Now we fly


But still close

Strings still intertwined

And though I no longer

Hold that balloon

I can look

I can see it

And I smile

As I watch it soar away

Through the bluest sky

No longer mine to hold

But forever mine

To remember

And to thank

For teaching me

To fly



The Lion leaps the God of War

As the Archer rises

To chase the Scorpion

And the Swan, the Eagle and the Lyre ride high

Signalling summer

And inviting me

To balmy nights beneath their light

The chaos of billions

Of balls of blazing gas

So far away

And the dance of our neighbors

In their cosmic waltz around the sun



In patterns

The stars and planets

Become my beautiful friends

Angels and Clowns

The female form

Is artistic perfection

It is beauty defined


Even you who say

“Ha! Not me!”

The female form

Is angelic


Sculpted by nature

To be an alluring work of art


The male form

Is laughable


Seemingly unfinished

Wet clay left unmolded

On the throwing wheel

The male form

Is not made for beauty

But for function

Tools where they can be easily accessed

Where the feminine form says

“Here is the harmony of nature”

The masculine form says

“Have gun, will travel”


Perhaps that is why sex

Can illicit both sighs of passion

And childish giggles


**Of course I realize, this is just my particular point of view, LOL 😉  **

A Candle in the Dark


Is a shroud

Worn by those

Who live in the grave

Envisioning the dirt

Being shoveled upon upturned faces

With downcast eyes



Is a candle in the dark

A sacred flame

Held onto for dear life

A beacon from the future

A warming light that says

“Come here”


To be an optimist

Is not to always be happy

It is staring into the darkness,

Even in the cruelest cell

Of frustration, pain, anger and sadness,

Holding up that candle

And knowing

It burns as long as I stand

No matter how black the night


Can not extinguish a flame

But the flame will always

Extinguish the darkness


Saturday Night Downtown

Street lights gleam


Off the onyx surface of the night

Their electric hum, a backdrop

For the low drone buzz

Of a Saturday night



I hear activity on the streets

Voices and cars

The clubs and bars

Slowly filling

Music pounding

Where all are searching

For something

Good times





Or some combination

In the dimly lit haze

Of cigarette smoke and perfume

And the drying dregs evaporating

From bottles and glasses


Seekers all

Just as I

I’ve found those things before

And I’m sure I will again

But not this night

This night, I will write

Ink and paper escapism

Wish the other seekers good luck

There’s a single Guinness in the fridge

And enough 12 year old single malt for a small glass

And words enough

To keep me up

‘Til last call


The words unspoken

Shout loudest of all

The words

That could set us free

Or make all things clear

The hardest words to utter

Are the ones that could cause change

The unknown

Change is scary

Is it better to live in chains?

Is it better to hide behind silence?

The keys to freedom and truth

Lie within

Longing to be spoken

Taking the Leap

Vistas open up before me

A panorama

Roads stretching to the horizon

And beyond

Though surely shimmering

They are no mirage

I see paths eternal

Each a choice

Each requiring

A leap of faith

Faith of Self

Some paths are so easy

You find yourself travelling

A road you don’t remember taking

Others are hard

Others need that spark

That internal combustion of the mind

Some paths are only reached

Through the quantum leap

From one state to another

Changing everything in an instant

Yet all the roads, all the paths

Are there

For good or ill

For you to choose

And if you don’t like the road you are on

Perhaps it is time

To take that leap

Inspiring Blog Award

I want to thank R.L. King of 75 Kaleidoscopes for nominating The Noise of Silence for the Inspiring Blog  Award.

 I can’t begin to describe how honored I am that someone would find my blog “inspiring”.  It means so much to me that so many strangers from all over the world enjoy my words 🙂

The rules for the Inspiring Blog Award:

1. Thank the person who nominated you. (Done.  Thank you again R.L.!)

2. Tell 7 things about yourself that have not come up in your blog posts.

1) I will be 40 years old in less than 2 months.

2) I love history and have spent many years researching my own family history.

3) I love astronomy and can often be seen staring at the night sky locating planets and constellations.

4) I know I’ve referred to my artwork on my blog, but I don’t think I’ve ever shared the link to my DeviantART profile

5) I have a degree in Social Science.

6) Until such time as my writing can pay all my bills, I make a living working in a cheese factory. Yep, it sucks.

7) I’ve lived in a small, rural town all my life. Lots of cows, corn and hay fields, and forest covered hills.  In fact, I could probably count the number of times I’ve been to “the city”- any city- on my fingers.

3.  Pass this award to 7 bloggers you find inspiring and explain why.

Dean J. Baker – Heart, passion, humor, vision.  Dean’s poetry is the real deal.

The Bus Stop Blues – Often heartbreaking poems, but always with a ray of hope.

Sarahjaneprosetry – Sarah’s poetry is enlightening and empowering.  Pure emotion expressed, which is what I’ve always thought art, poetry, music, etc. should be.

Allison Grayhurst – Allison’s poetry is like a rollercoaster ride through an alternate reality. Like a glimpse into another dimension where everything is different, but still somehow familiar.

Ina – Ina is a writer who, with just a few words, can make everyday things seem magic.

ClownRhymes – An excellent poet in his own right whose “Poetry Challenges” push myself and others to test our boundaries.

Rebel Coyote – Poetry with emotion, humor and everything in between.  Always something different and always something wonderful.

All these blogs have inspired me to write more, to write better and to expand and grow in my writing.  Thank you all! 🙂