The silence falls in droplets,
rebounding
like deafening drum rolls.
I rock to the beat,
but comfort corrodes,
as tiny holes wear away
my inner fabric.
Now the ache begins
and I have become a sieve
where words once held court.
So I wait,
hugging my hopes
like a freshly picked bouquet,
tied with pretty ribbons and bows,
to hear a symphony,
just for me.
Author notes
“And sometimes hurt is not of the body.
More often it is words, or lack thereof. A lack of words.
The cruelty of silence.”
— Unknown.
In a list
A contest entry
- a lack of words by freestallion.
600 points, ended January 29, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Sad but at the same time so beautiful, I am with Ken the last stanza made me sigh in its beauty. Best to you in the contest
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This is a sad write but worded so beautifully,
that last stanza just made me sigh.
Very well done Gaylene, all the best in the contest
Ken
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This made me feel so utterly sad. The words just wrapped up my chest and made me feel like I couldn't breathe...
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Why
My why question is this...Why are the many really good poets ignored on here? This is imply another fabulous piece Gay. Filth, hate & garbage seem to sell on here.
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Silence indeed can sometimes be cruel..other times golden.. To hear a symphony..ahhhh the bliss. Very enjoyable read as always. Best of luck.
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Excellent
This is so powerfully written. The words and images truly grab the reader. Best of luck in the contest.
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beautiful mum
good luck in the contest ... i love you
x Ju x
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That's why I don't bother too much with free verse. When I see it done as beautifully as this it reminds me I have a long, long way to go.
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that first stanza O:
it's so original... comparing silence to drum rolls! one of those lines that shine. that, when you read them , you go yes, that's how it is.
i love how you ended this on a soft, hopeful note.
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