The Silent

Everything ends eventually

The green insects of night descend

Blue herons I watched for weeks

in a puddle near the railroad have gone

And silence, does that end too?

Our lives are as uncertain as love

But we get up in the morning

brush our straight white teeth

Comb our thick hair

until it is as presentable as a new suit

Sometimes I hate mornings

That’s when I think too much

Going over the stammering flame in your eyes

Something about me clinging to you

But that would end too

impressions in snow

vanish

but memories are steadfast Calling out to you in morning if you let them

no one is free of them. No one.

Not even the silent. Not even the strong.

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it is so true...no matter how strong we are, memories are steadfast, and they will come to us if we let them...and it causes us to cling what is no more...

really love the line about "comb our thick hair until it is presentable as a new suit"

very cool..
but no matter how nice the new suit looks...the old one still haunts our memories and wants to be worn again.

[JenniferMarie]

Thank you Jacob. It's very true you're comment that is what I wanted to convey. I appreciate your comment and would like to wish you and your family a Happy Thanksgiving. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are correct dear Jennifer.
"but memories are steadfast
and will come to you in the morning if you let them
no one is free of them. No one."
The above lines. These memories become less cold and in old age. Writer's paradise. Memory of kiss, laughter and children. Solid place to keep. Thank you dear poet for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote
Not even the silent. Not even the strong.

[andrew mitchell]

Memories behind a mask is nicely portrayed in this excellent write!

[JenniferMarie]

Thank you Andrew. I appreciate your comment.