The Silence Between

 

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In the silence between
Your lips and mine
Lies the truth unsaid. Unseen,
The key to this epic design.

In the darkness between
Two hearts shattered and lost
Lies the remedy undreamed
To turn hearts star crossed.

In the memories between
The dark and the day
Lie the tears, cried in silence, unseen
And that flickering hope you’d stay.

 

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The Waning

 

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Fitful winds
Whip about us
As we sit at this lonely spot.
This silence
Will define us,
Lasting image of latter days.
 
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Incommunicado

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Silence isn’t listening
It’s talking to the moonlight
Floating on the lake.
Answers –
Forever out of reach.
 
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Resonance

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Within the sadness; madness of this world,
Silence can sound the loudest
Within the chambers of my mind.
 
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Hush

Day 24 of my review and a poem about nature and the power of silence…

Made of sticks and stones

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Susurrus,
Wind kisses upon the water.

The breeze stirs the leaves of the willow,
Moving like the fingertips of a dancer would.
Elegant branches,
Limbs of an acrobat, sway
Dipping low agitating the mirror calm
Of the tranquil pool.

Elemental water and sylvan spirit of living wood
Allowed to commune,
Within this companion silence.
 
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What it Seems

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What happens if I distrust the rumours
But take your sweetest lies as facts?

Well the honey bee knows
That the strongest perfume can disguise the truth
And that the prettiest blooms can sometimes be empty inside.
It’s like the stag that has learned to fear the silence
Because of the danger that lies in autumn shadow.
Or the wind that cries softly in November,
For remembrance of what winter brings.
 
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This is the final prompt of five from ‘How to Write a Poem’ by Tania Runyan, and is all about unanswered questions.

This Silence

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This silence
It’s electric,
A precipice
And we stand on the edge.
Barefoot,
Naked,
The clockwork mechanism of our beings
On show.
The whole world
Holds its breath
And the heavens stop
Their celestial wanderings
For a moment to wonder.
 
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Hush

Susurrus,
Wind kisses upon the water.

The breeze stirs the leaves of the willow,
Moving like the fingertips of a dancer would.
Elegant branches,
Limbs of an acrobat, sway
Dipping low agitating the mirror calm
Of the tranquil pool.

Elemental water and sylvan spirit of living wood
Allowed to commune,
Within this companion silence.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Marching in step

I’m so alone

Nobody understands

What it is I’m going through.

How can they possibly

Understand,

When everybody out there

Is as screwed up as me.

 

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.