Forests in the Blackness of Silence
Space unravels like salt spilling from a shaker
someone knocked off the kitchen counter,
and the salt that spilt is a reminder
of little stars of white
that shine in forests in the blackness of silence.
Reality floats like trees without roots,
tanning their leaves
in the bright midnight sun
made of honey and flour.
Discarded thoughts travel sideways along the Milky Way,
combining intention and starlight into tangled braids.
Wishes drift in flocks migrating through colourful streets
toward the forest in the blackness of silence.
Planets pretend to exist,
black holes hum lullabies
to lull in restless dreamers,
as meteors brush past
like moths too shy to burn.
Perhaps we are just players
in a matrix filled with light,
our earth, our bones, our daydreams,
created to arouse the sleeping prophet dreaming
that holds us in his arms.
In the end,
there is no end.
only more of the beginning,
multiplying silence to the nth degree,
turning infinity into
the salt shaker of absurdity.
A forest in the blackness of silence
is a song composed of smoke
that fills the empty hours…
C.2025 – Francisco Bravo Cabrera – 21 SEP 2025 – Chios, Greece
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Me alegro que te haya gustado y muchísimas gracias!
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This poem whispers about existence with gentle absurdity. It turns silence into music and stars into salt. Reading it feels like breathing between galaxies—where beginnings never end, and endings are illusions.
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I am so glad you liked it Livora! And thank you for such kind words!
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So beautiful dear Francisco, Thank you, Love, nia
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Thank you so much dear Nia! Have a beautiful day and all the best to you!
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What an extraordinary and cosmic piece of poetry! 🌌✨ Francisco Bravo Cabrera has once again woven philosophy, imagination, and surreal beauty into a seamless universe of words. The imagery of “space unravels like salt spilling from a shaker” instantly pulls the reader into a dreamlike dimension where the familiar becomes infinite. Each stanza drifts like stardust—mystical, reflective, and deeply human.
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Thank you so much Sir! Your kind words and analysis are greatly appreciated!
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Wonderful poem, Francisco! Such stellar beauty!
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Thank you so much Nicole Sara!
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Lovely imagery!
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Thank you Dawn!
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