Awkward Pause

Oh that beautiful moment when dead silence strikes

Convocations easy

Words flow quickly, communicating

Conveying opinions, sharing knowledge

Yet in time all this stops

Awkward pause is here to stay

Looming over with its dark foreboding shadow

Cast deep-set over the participants

Sighs, Yawns, anything utilized to disguise it

Ignore it's perpetual existence

Yet both know it is there.

Hovering.

Squatting defiantly

What really happens is we talk too much

Yet not saying anything

Hiding that which should be spoken

Replacing it with a 'Hi' or 'You all right'?

Knowing the response off by heart.

The day another announces how they truly feel

they will be free of Awkwards' pause

Say what they want to say,

Anything at all

Maybe even

I love you.

Reviews

[Ms. Gruye]

immediately, I must comment that the concept driving this piece is amazing, so congrats on thinking well before scrawling out a poem!

I wonder as to the purpose of repeating and underlining YET. It struck me as very odd, but created a tiny shrieking voice to the narrative flow. I kept hearing someone shrieking yet, yet, yet as the piece went along. If that was your intent, ta-da.

TYPO ALERT: What really happens is we talk to much

should be too much (the second "o" indicates excessive measure of noun).
Viva la and thanks for posting

[Emily B]

this is amazing . . . welcome to the writer's cafe

[Dana Kathryn]

me likes :)