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Saturday

Silences


Words averse to daylight
Run from mind to tongue
And then scurry away
Unable to bear the searing heat 
of the volcano they carry.
Thus are born silences;
Each bearing
The past, present and future
Of a relationship sealed inert.
The fluids conveniently never leak
And mess the designer interiors 
of cozy families.

And so the silences lurk
At corners of rain-filled streets,
Or hunker down on lonely roads
Apathy and hope alternating.

7 comments:

  1. Wow. Great poem. Loved the lines

    'And so the silences lurk
    At corners of rain-filled streets,'

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  2. Thank you Jack. I too loved those lines the best. Sometimes I do wonder why we write 10 lines when we could do with just 2.

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  3. wow! perfect poem...mesmerizing....
    "Unable to bear the searing heat of the volcano they carry.
    Thus are born silences;" beautiful!

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  4. Lovely poem- 'Thus are born silences'-Words that 'scurry',silences lurking at corners- great play of words and images. Nice new template-also!

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  5. Glad you enjoyed the poem, Ashwini.

    I love trying out new templates and looks. That's half the fun of blogging, don't you think?

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  6. It's often those words unspoken that do the most harm... beautiful poignant piece Indiwriter. I enjoyed it very much.

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