Quietude

We're beggars in love ;)

In this quietude of today
Have we nothing left to say?
A silence looms and overwhelms
This null and empty kind of realm

I miss our words like clanging pots
That furtive creaking of our cots
Your reprimands that rang through air
Those little things that showed you care

The cloak of Aestas hangs on me
This stillness is an ominous sea
I need an outburst, full and loud
A rumble to dispel these clouds

Hemmed in this airless kind of pit
I look to you from where I sit
I'd rather have you shout not seethe
Just say something, so I can breathe

The winds of love are now so still
My sails are down, I feel the chill
Do blow me off like bits of chaff
Then break in peals of vengeful laugh

So perfect is our synchrony
Your every rant is symphony
I am your mule, just crack the whip
Your foaming cup, do let me sip

A stinging slap, a knuckle rap
Just anything to bridge this gap
This winding tunnel must have light
Let's switch it on and have a fight

Author's Note

Better the flush than the hush 🤪👍

Reviews

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You certainly have an interesting take on relationships, Pestonjee! You must be one of those people that enjoy having a scrap once in a while just to keep the relationship hot and spicy as your Aestas weather overhead. In that sense your title is an interesting contrast on the direction that your poem takes. I guess for you that too much quietude puts you on edge. Some people need some conflict around them to feel alive. I adore your line describing the "furtive creaking of our cots".....such a good description there, and overall the poem flows very well and in fine rhyme and rhythm. Your pen is working overtime at present and its ink is flowing fluently and extremely well. This is another fine effort. As always, much enjoyed by this reader!:)))

[AJNJ]

Good evening dear Madame! 😊 Thanks for being the first to review me always. It feels great to be so appreciated.

You read me so well. Some relationships thrive on conflicts and its normal for them and even a turn-on. I say, to every man there preference! Most ladies would be happy to read this poem I think haha! 🤣 Men are glorified beggars really.

What I was also trying to state here is that any kind of attention, even negative, is better than no attention at all. Indifference is the final nail in a relationships coffin.

Many many thanks for such a great review. You're awesome! ☺️🌹

[barleygirl]

This is a well-written poem with many true-to-life scenes portrayed creatively -- strong rhythm & rhyme thru-out. Your message reminds of (1) couples that thrive on bickering . . . or (2) the kind of person who wants the other person to put themselves "out there" so that he/she can take potshots . . . or (3) the obvious message, that everyday life becomes haunting when a relationship goes from happy chatter to barely speaking. Your words immerse us in any of these possible scenarios (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[augustus]

They do say that silence is golden and little boys should be seen and not heard! I'm not a little boy anymore so I can now raise the roof (If i wanted to)
I liked your poem. Thank you.

[AJNJ]

Thanks a ton for stopping by dear sir!

[Jimmy Yetts]

Though nonetheless deep, a quirky brand of devotion.
But what else would you expect from a truly unique poet?
Entertainingly depicted--somewhat obscuring much genuine affection.
Well done, AJ!

[AJNJ]

I think a bit of negativity is better than bland indifference! Thanks a ton for the kind words dear sir!

[Neville]

re-visited and enjoyed as much again...

[AJNJ]

Thanks a lot my friend :)

[Roland Petrov]

A cute poem to reinforce what we know: that humans prefer negative attention over being ignored. Positive attention, of course, is most desirable, but marriage seems to not be conducive to that. Words like clanging pots; that's memorable.

[AJNJ]

Thank you so much for stopping by sir. I appreciate this review from you very much!

[Unspoken poet]

The winds of love are now so still
My sails are down, I feel the chill
Do blow me off like bits of chaff
Then break in peals of vengeful laugh

Excellent words here, I enjoyed this write, quite intrigued

[AJNJ]

Thank you so much for liking this piece!

[Robert Trakofler]

I love a good argument I really do I have no wish for a yes person in my life! I love to be challenged I love to be slapped in the face to wake up those arteries of thought. the security of complacency is for the dead I wish to be alive:) well said and love the form and flow

[AJNJ]

Thank you so much dear sir Robert. Thanks a ton!

[Neville]

Most original and I thoroughly enjoyed this clever rhyming offering .. thank you my friend :)

[AJNJ]

Wonderful to have you read this one sir! Welcome to my page. Thank you so much! ;)

[Neville]

No problem whatsoever, my pleasure entirely... and thanks again:)

[Ruth]

Silence is never the answer in my opinion, too much is left unaddressed in such and can be taken in all the wrong ways possible - communication is key if a bond is to survive, any type of bond needs that levelling to move forward and to respect each other, ejoyed this Pestonjee_ :)

[AJNJ]

Communication is such a vital chord! Thanks for your precious thoughts Dear Ms. Ruth :)

[Chris Shaw]

Once in a while a good blow up clears the air. Too much harmony is boring. Too much harmony means one party is giving in to the other. All relationships are different and some thrive on conflict. Another write from you where the lines flow beautifully and I enjoyed the rhyme. Some excellent poetic expression here. All good stuff Pestonjee.

Chris

[AJNJ]

I swear by the wholesomeness of a good old fight :) Thank you so much for gracing this page, dear friend.