A resounding No
Punctuating the silence
You made not a sound
Tag Archives: Silence
You In Mind
Once over her threshold
There was none of the fanciful
Nothing intricate evident
You thought
You’d expected to find woven, sugary things
Designed with you in mind
To draw your eye and the rest of you
Toward her
You’d hoped to see open, airy spaces
Undefined and to your liking
That you’d envision yourself there
For good
How shocking the sole, dusty cobweb
Strewn and hiding across the ceiling
The boxes of dreams on bookshelves and….
The bed
Such horror the shut-tight windows
Shushing provocative talk
The exotic stashed away in drawers
The hollow
Had you not left, but lingered
With utmost courage, stayed to dig, to see
What permanence revealed, what life!
What joy
Words for Diamonds
I’ll dare tell you how it feels
Feet kicked up
The late-afternoon sun coming at me
And all is silent since some tree somewhere took down a power line
I couldn’t be more pleased
If there’ll be no hot water for my tea tonight
Candlelight and the hope of tomorrow morning’s sun
Dampens any fear I have
Philosophically speaking
An alert cat and my stupid sense of hope
Along with a spirit-sister’s charge
Finds me feeling
Phenomenal
Twice Stolen
One escapes to silence
Another only words
And I the trod upon
Intent and mind stolen
Screaming streaming ‘cross my mind
What Will
Tomorrow I didn’t ache to add
My take
On the sound of falling snow
When I was down I wasn’t determined to describe
My spin
To the din of footsteps dancing
That life lived, I proved to honor
My Maker
With silence, happy silence
A Haiku: Statue
Your footsteps silent
Your jawline doesn’t matter
Your fingers absent
“cement”
It’s extraordinarily tough knowing this
That its smiling roots with the system became one
Yet none surgeon nor modern-day savior can sever
It’s the pain of the years that no needle shall touch
It’s the radioactive frosting on the most delicious cake
Actual Expedition
Would you ever spend
A silent day
A quiet day, where we only look, not speak
Where all that we see
Could have its way
And any way, I prefer you to people, I think
Feathers and Lilies
It is well before dawn and the quiet inside
The foreign and air-starved loud quiet inside
Finds me silently searching the strangest of voids
Where a grasp I despise sends me straight to my knees
And I’m told to not care for the question at hand
Or ask it in vain to the emptiest ears
Won’t the day come
Silent Salt
From your beach towel
To the ocean
Saunter
While tiny fish nip at your ankles
As you save me
Run
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