It drips on me
this silence
through the cracks
in my solid ceiling
it seeps
leaving patterns
a tiny tracery
of unspoken words
like delicate fronds
on the cold hard concrete
of today
Time silvered dominos
topple, a tidal wave
of tiny dots
falling
and falling
and falling
until
once again
the empty room
the silence
me
17 comments:
The flow creates a almost mourning rhythm, love it.
Hi Ladan and thanks for your comment, it is good to see you here. :-)
I think this is an absolutely beautiful poem. The visual in my head when reading this is wonderful. If I could do anything other than stick figures I would love to paint, draw, are create the picture. I love it.
Thanks Robb. :-)
It depends on the situation. But silence can be wonderful. I especially like the "inner" silence. It can be a very positive feeling. Kind of nothing bothers me.
Hi Michaela,
I love silence too, in fact most of my day is spent in silence with just the little interruptions of everyday background sounds - but the silence that prompted this writing was a strange slighly surreal silence, somehow it felt different as though it had more weight, more meaning.
Good to see you. x
Beautifully written. I love the name of your blog. :-)
Thanks Carrie - and it is good to meet you. :-)
cute and smart poem!
Thanks Jingle. :-)
"It dri[ps on me this silence through the cracks in my solid ceiling" is absolutely brilliant. You inspire! The mood, the way the poem is placed on the page, all perfection. Wow.
Sherry, thank you so much for your positive comments, I am so glad you 'get' my writing. :-)
It's great to see you here.
I like this a lot. Sometimes to ME, silence is the loudest sound!
Silence is good in small doses.
Beautifully captured.
I love it, silence that drips on you from the ceiling..........
The more of your poems I read, the more I like their cobweb fragility - you have a light touch with your words. Thank you . :)
Thanks everyone for your kind words, I do appreciate them. Thank you. x
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