A whispered silence

A whispered silence

invades that space

that empty place

that rests between us

stinging our eyes

polluting our throats.

 

and then you ask

"what ails you so

and holds you down so deep"

bereft of emotion

drowning in the shimmer

of a frozen lake.

 

I turn my gaze

to your tender face

as Helen, who lauched those ships

and my innermost being

cries out!

 

and thoughts rush my mind

memories of good times

and what might have been

had I vanquished

the gushing waves. 

 

 © Paul O' Neill 2012

 

 

Reviews

[lisat]

You have such a way with words, Paulo.

[Daliah Valley]

That was deep, sir. Loved the refrence to Helen. (Of Troy, I presume?)

[Pól]

The very one. Thank you, Daliah

[Daliah Valley]

I KNEW IT! I am proud that I remembered that. :)

[Pól]

Well done

[Samuel Dickens]

Very creative description of that void that sometimes seperates two lovers. The reference to Helen is especially nice.

[Pól]

Thank you Sam

[Falling Leaf.]

"Whispered Silence." A beautiful contridiction. Well done!

Happy writing,
Savannah

[Pól]

thank you-I like contradictions and ambiguity.

[Falling Leaf.]

I admire that! I can never seem to write an oxymoron that makes much sense.

[Pól]

don't try-just let it happen naturally

[Falling Leaf.]

Thanks for the advice :)

[Pól]

np- and I shouldn't be advising you- you are streets ahead

[Falling Leaf.]

No one is perfect!

[Pól]

lol

[Pól]

If one drowns in his own thoughts, and survive it is an chess-player :D
Stunning work!

E.L.

[Pól]

go raibh maith agat, mo chara

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