when silence speaks.

when silence speaks

it moves like an inset wind,

trails along the pathways of my heart

to offer a slimfingered hand

inviting me to step inside,

inhabit its lonely world;

a place of quiet corners and

sunbleached walls

of wishes too afraid to be whispered

a place of amaranthine dreaming

of touches promised, yet never given...

a place of undisturbed desolation

having never known

the greening summer

of your presence

Reviews

[Gandré]

The poem is sentimental, kept relatively simple, you didn't try "to sound clever".... this breaths with honest emotion, I don't find clichés, and this is good, it is really great poem (like your other poetry which I found), it put smile on my face, the ending allows me to believe the conviction that someone or something is lovable and you await it, it allows me to release myself from the paradox of the imaginary self.

[Alicante lullaby]

silence..beautiful..wishes too afraid to be whispered...loved the silent melancholy that rings...a silent echo.seems like a siren song,jen...

[R J Askew]

Like 'trails along the pathways of my heart' as it felt metaphysically intimate. Enjoyed thinking about silence as I rather like the idea of silence and think there should be more of it -- this from someone who likes the heaviest of pounding metal music. But generally speaking there is too much low grade sound around and too many of us making it. So a big hurrah! for silence. As I read the poem I felt as if I was in a gallery looking at a painting of a beach, a sandune, perpahs with spikey grass, a tern, and a shell or two. Perhaps with a pair of abandoned sandals or some such.

[Jonathan Ballam]

Interesting thought that nothing is really speaking but rather the atmosphere is echoing it's own thoughts back.

This poem makes me feel as if I've just walked into the garden or your mind and came out the other side feeling changed by it all.

This is a fresh, gentle and melodic tribute to the silence inside ourselves, that occaisionally affects us.

[Sorry Infamous]

The yearning in this is palpable...
The last stanza captivating. You have a fresh voice.