Our Silence
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The silence did not fall
Some wistful dance
A twirling leaf hushed
In its parasoled approach
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Not twilight whispers
To a coming night
A quiet that seeps slow
Like honey off the comb
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The dull of the murmur
As the eager audience
Waits in anticipation
For the orchestra to begin
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No, it did not fall with grace
Silence silhouetted in soliloquy
A restorative pausal effect
Natural balance heard
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Our silence was never that
It crashed our conversation
Like an adolescent driver
More meteor than metaphor
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Words and wishes abrupt
Plunge to their demise
Hoping the sudden stop
Ensures a painless death
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And there, in the quiet left
Volumes unspoken
Emotional graffiti
A harbor in the silence
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commonsensiblyspeaking 
emotional graffiti – yes
Thanks Beth!
Emotional graffiti…an interesting comparison you make Brad…A lovely poem, very well written, strong and very visual…I must think about the emotional graffiti verse, it can mean many things. I, for one, am against graffiti, so I could take it to mean that someone scratched rubbish upon your well intentioned emotions. Great work…
All the best,
FBC.
Thank you, brother! When I was writing it, “graffiti” was in the context you referred to. Although true in its color and subject, it was an unwanted stain on what was wished to remain pristine. The childish scrawling of things that could not find a truer voice. Vitriolic feelings that could find no real canvas. You have become very perceptive of my meanings and that provides me the warmth of being understood. All the best to you!
You’re very welcome my friend and now I understand the poem much better. It is a lovely work of art.
FBC
Brilliant
Too kind Ms. Harley! Hope you are well and happy!
like a couple of other commenters, I was drawn to the phrase emotional graffiti as well. And I like how you provided your thoughts on what you meant by it. Another wonderful poem, Brad…
Thank you, Jim. Usually my metaphors are less cryptic. Brad is happy with your comment….😁
🙂