"The Quandaries Of Silence..."

"The Quandaries Of Silence..."

A Poem by Chris

 

 

"The Quandaries Of Silence..."

The quandaries of 'silence':

 

Tis better to not
Speak -
she said, he said,
we said,
they said -
ALL said
"n   o   t"

 

...and then the quiet haunts so deep
deeply
within
the nights still-nesses
 
falling - so slowly falling
   away   arms raised    hands splayed    ever-reaching
      to the nothing...
Forests further than any eyes can see
 
straining
    missing
      wishing
         losing
           dreaming
... of 'nothings'.

 

Whispers -
 
ever the whispers
streaming tears,
Raging
- so loud even the echoes don't fade -
following
each step, each turn
in the eyes
in the minds
- cold... so very very very very - cold...
- fires beyond any controls...
- silence so deep
even god must have drowned...
- nothings...

 

There are times
when WORDS are all we have
- to share or not -
to touch or not,
to GIVE -
or not,
to STAND-FOR-UP,
to be - BE or not -
who we are
what we are
..and yes some are
ARE
hurt
and hurtful but
BUT
sometimes WE ARE HURT - FULL
and lash out at
innocence
because we helditin
in
and IN
ANDINANDINANDIN 'til we didn't hold anything
anyone
any     one
in - inside - anymore...

 

take care

 

Chris

 

 

© 2012 Chris


Author's Note

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I never realized that silence could be such a quandary. Is is better to be quiet, whisper, or to speak up, and in the process lash out, and hurt someone with our words? But, do we have a choice? Sometimes, we just cannot keep it in any longer - it has to come out or we lose our sanity. My heart goes out to those who have held it in for so long. As usual, you have written a very thoughtful piece, Chris, filled with emotion.

Posted 12 Years Ago


silence. can be. the most brutal. weapon. it is a mask sewn together with useless pride, fear, defenses, stubborn disregard ......

i would rather deal with a raging tide. for eventually, the passion diminishes to .... flatline ....

Posted 12 Years Ago


------silent flashback-------
You have a way of making mortals face the things they don't really want to face.
Well done, sir.
(Going back to my sometimes false safe little world.)


Posted 12 Years Ago


This one pokes into those places our shame and humility live.
.... Hurtful, Hurt - Full.
Thanks for the read!

Shhhhh

Posted 12 Years Ago


Well done, silence can speak volumes. Silence can unfold in eternities I loved the read!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Silence can be sharper than the honed knife, cutting deeper than the blade and louder then a ringing bell. Silence when we wish to hear..silence when we wish to speak and silence after words are spoken. A beautiful depiction here.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Silence is sometimes such a terrible burden. Hurtful when we are on the receiving end of another's silence. Difficult to contain ourselves when we are silent, but have much to express. Lovely writing here...
"...and then the quiet haunts so deep
deeply
within"


Posted 12 Years Ago


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This is such a true piece...I know this...all too well..

I haven't exploded yet...I have learned to even control that...
Not looking forward to the time, when I get too FULL and am in no longer control of that silence

Posted 12 Years Ago


and sometimes the silence is more hurtful than the words could ever be..


Posted 12 Years Ago



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