silence

August 7, 2007

How strange that one may speak of silence,
tow threads of sugar past thin,

lace this void with the absence
of satin or gliding on snow.

Please imagine these words whispered, or better still
whisper these words to yourself.

You will not be startled
by the joints of your house, when they carp in its sleep,

or by the footfalls of the rain.
If you hear them fade

pass outside to your world
as it casts its words again.

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4 Responses to “silence”

  1. Dave Bonta said

    I like this one. Poems entitled “Silence” had better deliver, and this does.

  2. “You will not be startled
    by the joints of your house”

    is this a reference to, like, how your house creeks and it’s not always explainable, but its the kind of thing you only notice amid silence? I like this line.

    Good poem. On a possibly totally unrelated sidenote, I really like the song “the sound of silence” by Simon and Garfunkel, whom I used to look upon with disdain because I confused them with Chaz & Dave. Anyway, they clearly disliked their (metaphorical) silence, you’re respecting silence here. Like it.

    “…Someone closes his eyes for a few seconds. When he opens them again he sees that nothing has changed down in the street outside his window.” – Wim Wenders

  3. Dick said

    This poem has great delicacy & some very pleasing imagery. I particularly like ‘You will not be startled / by the joints of your house, when they carp in its sleep’. ‘Carp’ is a perfect choice of verb.

  4. Deliriously grateful for all your responses. I had been uncertain if this was indeed delicate or merely slight… thanks all three of you.

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