Hanging in the air like discordant minims
silence speaks the words unspoken,
the words to confirm their love lies broken -
shattered beyond repair.
A semibreve sigh tries to smother the silence
but a cacophony of thoughts transcend the stillness;
audible chords of discontent,
awkward cadences of the time miss-spent.
Sheets rustle like untimely percussion -
harmony now long forgotten.
Two silhouettes, wide awake
contemplate the words unsaid
as they lie there together,
alone,
in their marital bed.
Perfect words to describe how that wall of silence in bed crushes the soul while it stands. -chuck
Oh this resonates....... I think I wrote something similar once but never as beautifully crafted as this. Beautiful. HG: -) x
There are times when there is nothing louder than silence, and it's always tempting to try to shrink from it when it's so overwhelming, to smother it.. perceptive, precise and penetrating as always Justine, but also tangible and audible to boot.... xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful rendition of words to utmost justice. A work of an intricate mind. Thanks for sharing.