SILENCE IS SOMETIMES JUST NOTHING TO SAY
Silence is sometimes
just nothing to say
It is not deep listening
Or hidden meanings
Or profound thought forming inside
It is not even the shock of some terrible revelation
Or the incredible joy of satisfied love
It is only ‘nothing to say’
And the emptiness inside
Of not knowing how to begin or reply
Not deep not meaningful not beautiful
Awkward and slow and difficult
Not the best
Silence Not Still
Inquiet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good writing, nothing to say more, thanks,