The Other Side of Silence

A poem about a writer's angst

Where bright words dance like trout

Celebrating in a cool mountain lake,

I am the fisherman with stalwart rod

My catch, my sustenance to take.

Words I keep in pockets, deep wells

Where no human light ever shines.

Dusted with lint and disappointment,

As I work the forge of my rhymes.

Words held in a candy dish on my desk,

Waiting for my fingers to fumble forth

Some semblance of human language

With its expendable crumbs of worth.

My life I write with words dull in pain,

Offering them up as a timid sacrifice,

Knowing minds shall judge them thus

As they roll them - like bone-white dice.

Reviews

[MiriamMB]

I always find it wonderful when a poem is able to rhyme without losing it's meaning. This poem is so heavy with meaning through the simplest things, like candy dish on your desk, your pockets, the bone white dice. It makes me think of a person who finds contentment in their own mind and in their own company. Delicious, rich poem with vivid imagery and such a pleasure to read.