I Sat In Silence Poem by Daffodil Decarie
I Sat In Silence
It is sad to say
when we don’t have any
words
come out painfully
just like a ballerina
dance
foot clubbed
toes cracked
neath inflamed floors
fruiting
blood of inadequacy
Just like the day
when Generals
used to lay
unbroken necklace
of defenses
so that-
You and I
and the rest of
the community
sleeps tightly
at night,
when we are
protected frugally
from being sorry, of
not having any to say.
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4/23/2024 4:36:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Novel construction and an interesting idea - that we are being protected from our inadequacies and thus ourselves. I too, would sit in contemplative silence pondering that! Rgds, Ivan