Our Silence


The silence did not fall

Some wistful dance

A twirling leaf hushed

In its parasoled approach


Not twilight whispers

To a coming night

A quiet that seeps slow

Like honey off the comb


The dull of the murmur

As the eager audience

Waits in anticipation

For the orchestra to begin


No, it did not fall with grace

Silence silhouetted in soliloquy

A restorative pausal effect

Natural balance heard


Our silence was never that

It crashed our conversation

Like an adolescent driver

More meteor than metaphor


Words and wishes abrupt

Plunge to their demise

Hoping the sudden stop

Ensures a painless death


And there, in the quiet left

Volumes unspoken

Emotional graffiti

A harbor in the silence


11 Responses to “Our Silence”
  1. kristianw84 says:

    So many lines in this poem gripped me. Hauntingly beautiful!

  2. K.L. Hale says:

    “Emotional graffiti “…that last stanza captured something I’ve experienced. You’re so gifted, Brad!

  3. I had no idea how well that silence could be described.

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