A quiet island sits alone amidst floating debris.
businessmen seal their lips and expand their infamy.
if only we could walk and talk in the calm blue of the sea.
a bridge of broken promises, and secrets told to me.
a softly muted autumn, solemn hoar-frosted pine-tree.
the tongues a useless muscle when tears interrupt a eulogy.
all words and sounds are mute right now, and shall forever be.
What am I?
Thank you Alex K. for your submission!
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What comes to me is SILENCE.
Besides that, Alex, it’s a beautiful poem. Did you write it ? Read it out loud…it’s even better.
The receptacle for the body, an urn, casket or sepulcher.
Death
Togram, you are the winner!
The answer is Silence.
The Key to this riddle is what is Missing. I wrote this poem around silent letters.Island and Debris have Silent SBusinessmen has a silent ICould, Walk, Talk, Calm have Silent LBridge has a silent EAutumn and Solemn have silent NMuscle has a silent CMute has a silent E