A small part of me
longs for one good snow
when the season arrives,
a snow to cover the ground
and the trees and the streets,
to bring a mere moment of silence
in the current hubbub of life.
One good snow might be nice.
Tag: silence
Again with the Noise
I reckon I wouldn’t change too much in my life
even if there are armies of skeletons
rattling and raving
behind the closet door.
I could hush the noise, perhaps,
but the utter silence always kills me.
Would I be an empty shell as they are
or would a marionette
be a more apt description?
I wouldn’t change the past, I suppose,
I couldn’t if I tried
but the noise
and the lack thereof
sure beg me to.
The Sound of Falling Trees
Look here, now look and hear . . .
People carry cardboard signs, the remnant of old trees,
painted with large letters: I’M UPSET
but for what? It was not specified.
Pillows wet with tears
scream quietly in desperation
for the pain to end
and the silent cries uttered
from desperate hearts
echo through the body’s exterior:
looks of tiredness, anger,
shock, and apathy.
No letters, many signs.
Someone has a twitch in their eye,
another shudders at a touch,
yet another smiles
because that will at least mask
the silent yells.
Starving mothers, fathers, siblings
give the only morsel
to the child.
Multitudes stand silent
and wait.
Wait.
And wait.
A noise is heard ’round the world,
“Help!” Help who? Who needs it?
No one said they needed help . . .
If a tree falls in the forest
and no one is there to hear it–
Yes, yes, most definitely yes,
the forest reaches
beyond the bark
of our own trees.
Look here, now look and hear.
Dimmer
Even by the candle’s light
those things which were dim
became dimmer, flickering in shadows
cast on dark walls,
the perception I had of you
dancing without music
to all the beats I’ve missed
in life–
what ballet goes on
without clear resolution?
Yet I watch, the dancing hypnotic,
the silence telling
Silent Silence (repost)
Here is an excellent take on the question “How is silence conveyed in poetry?”
Enjoy the post and give the Yellow Brick Avenue a follow!
Here for but a moment– an inhale, a comma, a pause,
Silent Silence
Unnatural Conjunction
I have tried a hundred ways
and will try a hundred more
to convey silence
in a poem,
how it is peaceful,
how it hurts,
how it feels right,
how it lacks finality
with that vacant space
left where a thought should be,
it
never sounds right in words.
It is heard
and therein lies the problem.
It’s
.
Help me out here y’all. Can you capture what I’m trying to say? Are there things you find hard to put in words?
If you give it a go for either question, I’d love to see what you came with!
Haunted
It’s no ghost that moans and groans
through these paper thin
walls that keep me in, Continue reading “Haunted”
Hazel and Blue
I just want to hold you tight
Tell you it will be alright
To help you right all former wrongs
And put the past where it belongs
But here I stand, apart from you,
Helpless, watching shades of blue
Running their course, hearing your cries,
But all is silent except the eyes
The Girl With the Pink Hair
the sneeze of a flea
the drop of a pin
the sound of one hand
clapping again
a sigh in a storm
a silent fanfare
that whisper of hope
when few people care
Verbosity
Lend an ear and listen close
to all the things that matter most
then lend it closer when you know
that silence can be most verbose
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