Sunny Days

I wrote this a couple years ago and I'm still not sure yet how I feel about it.

We sit next yo each other on a bench, soaking up the silence we've become so familiar with. We keep our thoughts quiet, along with our breathing, and let the gentle wind do all the talking. Our attitudes are demure. The space between us grows smaller each time we visit. We become more drawn to one another. I wish to know the sparkle of your eyes, and you have yet to meet the lines on the backs of my hands. But your silence and I are good friends, as you are with mine. The quiet between us becomes natural, but then again, so do our voices. I am no longer scared of you hearing my words, and I doubt you are worried about me hearing yours. But still we are silent. Maybe one day the stillness between us will break. But for now, sounds remain unheard, and we sit on a bench on another sunny day.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

stunning, Brina! fine poetic prose ... theme is deafening and glorious .. to find such a person to sit in each others silence is a true blessing that is rare, me thinks... and i love this "Our attitudes are demure." and this " .... you have yet to meet the lines on the backs of my hands." .. so emotive ... powerful says i! fascinating that this couple has begun and continue their relationship with that calm and fearless quiet ... i can only imagine where it goes from there ... setting, scene and characters are so vivid and emotive with so very few details .. great read for me .. love it! peace and joy on ya!
E.

[Winslow Des Totes]

A thoughtful and very vivid post. I love the POV here and how it chooses to speak without saying a word and yet it's voice is heard loud and clear. Very lovely.

[Richard🖌]

Sometimes, Sabrina,
I've found that silence says more than the most well-placed words ever could; especially, when it's between two lovers slowwwly, steadily growing closer through the subtly enthralling enticements of "feeling" each another's energies.
This is beautiful Prose Poetry, chockfull of rich, deep imagery and emotional excitement, expressed through the relatability and magic of sweet, urging metaphor.
Wonderfully rendered syntax, emotional timbre, and a sense of true romance highlight the gentle touch of your poetic prowess.
I'd rather not differ with a lady, and I know this is a poem, but I believe the sounds are "heard" more than you might believe … I hear them all the way over here! ; )

Excellently shared, Dear Poetess … my warmest hug of thanks! ⁓ Richard