art of silence.

the first in a series of poems.

hungry. but quiet.



the man with the suit coat tugging and hugging his shoulder, doesn't go in for fun.

he's got his shades on not to call attention but to block the blazing sun.


he walks with the long heavy strides of a man caring only for the simple things.

but behind the cool exterior a mournful sad and beaten song his memory does sing.

don't take the quiet baby..
don't take it for frailty.


he's got a handle on the demons locked far away in the basement of his soul.

he's found the thing some people never find, a reason to go on and feel whole.


if you step on his toes..
he won't serenade you he'll break your nose.


no he's not prone to throwing rage and violence.
he only practices the ancient art. the art of silence.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the art of silence. My father was a man of a few words. You pissed him off. He would knock your head off. I like this character. Don't need a lot of words when you have reason and purpose. A excellent beginning.
Coyote