I hear it clearly. For years now the sound of silence has become a trusted friend. My head clears when I near its fringe. Any hinge unlatched becomes attached in this peace. A place where space is abundant, and a writer can be inspired, synapses fired and reloaded, goaded into action. The attraction is most wanted, a welcomed invitation to find the inspiration I seek. As others begin to stray, here I will stay. Surrounded by the sound of silence. This trusted friend. My words never end in this place and I find my peace in my solitude.
the meadow of thought
the great expanse of silence
only peace invades
© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019
Written for my return to dVerse Poet’s Pub – Haibun Monday: Solitude
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 
This is very well-written in that even the prose has a poetic quality.
Thanks for that. Sometimes it’s hard for me to not think poetically when writing prose; a trained response I suppose.
Welcome back Walter! I wondered where you’d been. I think most of us agree that the sound of silence is a friend, a muse or guardian angel that gives us space for inspiration. Your haiku expresses your thoughts beautifully!
Still kicking, Kim. And thank you for your kind words. Silence indeed speaks volumes, and quite loudly I must say. My best thoughts reside there. Gladly they let me release them from time to time!
The way you praise silence is great, and I think it takes living to appreciate that invisible sound.
A place where space is abundant – i like this very much, even in crowded places, there is space to be cultivated – nice to read you again Walter
Peace invading through solitude is a great image.
I think it is good to find peace in moments of solitude!