Art Of Silence

 In the darkness she spins

Spreads wide her arms

Like helicopter wings

In the empty bedroom

She silently sings

 

And she wails

Prevails tomorrow

When tomorrow never came

 

She is drunk

And knocks a tea cup from the table.

The tea pot, serves for two

She knocks it off too

And curses the ones

Who were there when

Tea was consumed.

 

Two towels she pulls from the floor

And hurls them both

Through the door

And she slams it

Shatters the silence 

And the solitude is raw

 

The floorboards creak

She is blessed for the walls that

Can't talk

The stories they would tell

Of the things that they saw

Are best left hidden

From assaulted ears

And skin turned grey from the 

Lonely cold

 

Again

They are two

She is one

She is lost 

They have won

 

 

 

 

We will never be two of the same.

 

We hear the rumbling of the storm and the threat of the rain.

 

We feel the quake beneath unstable feet

And we wait.

Reviews

[GBU POETRY ONLY]

Killer beginning... "Art of Silence" is filled with raw emotions and haunting imagery.
Loved the line: "Shatters the silence and the soltitude is raw..
Kudos, Kiri J!
GBU

[Stephen Churchill]

it's almost like this could be divided into different pieces, but i'm loving the ending. isn't it interesting how the world all around can affect us and seem to do so on purpose? weather is a science, right? but doesn't it feel like the sun is reaching out to hold you when you're cold. or the clouds and rain and storms feel just like a punishment somehow.

really great stuff.

[Antonio Valentino]

Nice picture to go along with a splendid write.

Funny thing how much this poem reflects so much of human reality, even on this day.

Enjoyed reading this.

Happy Valentines day to you.
Antonio :-)

[Wondering Mind]

"In the darkness she spins-Spreads wide her arms-Like helicopter wings-In the empty bedroom-She silently sings"- This was a haunting start.
I enjoyed the flow and the word play in "Again-They are two-She is one-She is lost -They have won".
A well penned passionately sad write.

[fireblossom]

what inner turmoil we hide!

another young hearts poem. the opening stanza is so evocative. it trapped me into reading on and i was surprised by the rest of this poem. it well shows how we act out deep hurts and resentments. crimes of passion come from this source do they not?

you are a passionate young lady. be careful!! :-)

[WordMaster]

What a wonderfully written poem

The emotion and drama is so magnificently displayed

Your closing paragraph is just splendid

Well done

[Michael]

It is sadly rich with irony. I wonder how many people really understand the loss you speak of? The ending verses are wonderful ironic foreshadowing. I do have one question, the line "The tea pot, serves for two" do you intend it to be a metaphor or should serves be replaced with service? It works either way, just thought to ask.

[Adam Greenfield]

I wish I could be the other you're speaking of.

This is fantastic. Great rhyme and meter, and a wonderful sense of sadness in this (yes, I think sadness can be wonderful sometimes... it's the masochist in me).

I am always in awe of your writing. I really do hope that one day your writing turns into something successful because it certainly deserves it.