Another Empty Day

Photo by CC Champagne

Where do
the words
go
when they’re
not here?

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Longing for Silence

In a world where silence has become
a precious commodity
and where
stillness and peace are enemies,
concepts we fear to set free.

In a world where silence has become
more and more of a luxury
and where
time to sit and relax, wind down
is frowned on as being lazy.

In a world where we shout from childhood age
always fighting to be heard
you know
I’m not so sure that I’d want to be
a part of such a world.

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A Matter of Perspective

You define
the silence I cherish
as the absence of
all sound.

You define
the innocence I seek
by on your own dark guilt
so vile.

You define
everything I hold true
from an opposing perspective
to the one I will defend.

And still
you are telling me
with a straight face
that this is all
the same
in the end?

This was inspired by and entered at Poets United for the Vice Versa #5 prompt – silence/sound & guilt/innocence.

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Moment of Silence

Touch the silence
as it runs through your fingers,
like silvery sand on a beach,
like fine silk threads in an old tapestry,
like air from an air-conditioning vent.

Touch the silence,
as it settles upon your brain,
like cotton over valuable jewelry in a small box,
like the tarpaulin over out-door furniture being put away,
like a freshly laundered sheet over a bed, stretching, bulging.

Touch the silence,
in the moment when time stands still,
like a sunlit ice sculpture in winter,
like an ancient rock formation in the desert,
like an Egyptian monolith in the center of London.

Touch the silence,
I know you can!
You need to hear it,
taste it,
see it…

You need to touch the silence
if you are to understand
just
what silence is.

This is my entry for the Thursday Poets Rally Week 52 over at The Poetry Palace.

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Silent Shadows

The shadows,
the silence,
the world lies still.

The darkness,
the silence,
the relentless will.

The sacrifice,
the silence,
the futuristic dream.

The twilight,
the silence,
the frozen scream.

This was inspired by and entered at One Single Impression Prompt 181: Silence.

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Grass

I hope
you’ll remember
my sacrifice,
appreciate
the time I served,
reward me
for my loyalty,
be grateful
for my silence,
value
my nobel character,
feel obliged
to reply in kind.
I hope
you’ll remember
my sacrifice,
I never grassed,
not one single time!

This was inspired by and entered at Poets United Thursday Think Tank #59 Grass.

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