Posted on January 19, 2023January 19, 2023 by LaShawnda Jones — Leave a commentPoem: No longer listening I once heard what I thought was a calling. A mating call of yearning, of need, of matched desire. I listened. Was someone seeking me? The voice seemed familiar – its vibration pierced my soul, breached the dark midnight of my days in the directionless wilderness of life. It pulled me, spun me surrounded and filled me. The melody delighted me. Surely it was a call to live; to fulfill hopes and dreams I kept listening. Even as I called back, I listened. Even after I became a seeker starving through the ravenous desire of a supernova devouring its own light, I listened. I called back. I listened. I called back. I waited and waited and waited, for more than a dozen years, I waited for my radiant reply to reach the one my soul loved; ached for the brilliance of their presence to sustain me. I thought I needed to see, to feel, to be seen, heard, wanted, and needed. I thought I needed someone to love me; someone I could pour love into. Yet aging with none of my needs met altered my hearing, diminished my longing. Silence is not only deafening, it deadens the soul and mutes the heart. I stopped listening to the void. A lifetime ago, a whisper tickled my senses through the wilderness of the universe. But how could that be when sound can’t travel in space? Relics of my imagination had launched on gases of hope, creating orbits of dreams in the echo chamber of my heart. So… I’m no longer listening. I will feel what I can, be who I am, exist as created with no regard for the sliver of sound heard in the wilderness of loneliness, that had only ever been my own echo reverberating off stardust. LaShawnda Jones Share this:Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Post navigationPrevious post: Are you listening? Next post: I like you. Do you like me? What do you think?Cancel reply This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.