The silence
23 March 2016
The silence
It charges the mind
Loaded gun
Roulette spun
Inventing reasons to see
Beyond eye’s sight space
The silence
Like a stubborn child
It wriggles
Fighting back
Refusing to cut me slack
As I compress it
The silence
Looming like a cloud
It hovers
All covers
In icy understanding
Of oncoming death
The silence
It leaks from the roof
Into bed
And breakfast
Routine of a buzzing life
Filling emptiness
The silence
It pervades matter
Engulfs me
Like dark cloak
Erasing the words we spoke
In between phrases
The silence
It gnaws like a doubt
Its teeth firm
Its jaws set
Onslaught rising at sunset
It carves my time loops
The silence
I embrace its fog
It cajoles
Caresses
Within past weave frame dresses
As I tick seconds
Reading of the poem:
Silence – Vargo
wow who knew silence encompasses so much?
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I find silence is only helpful when I am writing. In everything else in my life, i want there to be noise. Silence for me, without the ability to write what I am feeling, can be very dangerous to my inner peace.
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I understand the feeling Eric. Thanks for sharing. I personally have an ambiguous relationship with silence. I wonder sometimes if I actually have an ambiguous relationship with all concepts around me in this plane 😀
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Uncomfortable silences well expressed
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Thank you. Sometimes I find silence extremely comforting and enjoy being on my own but sometimes it is not quite as welcome. On specific occasions it can be quite disturbing.
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Yes silence does all the things. Good write Geetha.
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Thank you Andrew
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Funny how an unknown can take on so many characteristics and how well you personify.
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Thank you Marissa. It is true that what is unknown and mysterious plays with our mind and hearts.
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