Silence

Silence.

 

 

 

The heart of me lies not in the words

 

But in the spaces between the words,

 

 

Before the words,

 

After the words.

 

 

 

I believe,

 

That our,

 

(Yours and mine),

 

Most heartfelt cries,

 

Deepest sorrows,

 

Swelling joys,

 

World-shaking rages,

 

 

Are expressed,

 

Unexpressed,

 

In the moments of quiet.

 

 

 

The deepest communications

 

Never mark upon the paper,

 

Never vibrate the air.

 

 

The deepest bonds

Are with those who,

 

With a look,

Or a touch,

Or a smile,

 

Manage to listen well enough

To hear the words

Written in the

 

 

 

 

Silence.

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The Painted Moment

The sky is a looming grey,

The color of old asphalt to the far horizon,

Edged and interwoven with bands of white and gold.

 

Just overhead

The black silhouette of a bird

Hangs stationary,

Wings beating in slow, measured strokes,

Hovering unwillingly

In the face of chill autumn winds.

 

The world seems paused.

 

A live still-life.

 

A portrait of a moment between the in and exhale.

 

 

Waiting.