9.15.19 Not So Uncomfortable Silence

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Sometimes there just aren’t words

to follow the impossible trail

that other words laid

or led

or left you in the wake of

They’re the kinds of phrases

that steal gravity

that haunt

and echo

and ring in your ears 

long after they’ve been spoken

Sometimes there’s just no response

worth responding to

no air left to fuel the err in judgement

when judgement was the culprit all along

Angry voices leading to choices 

that never should have been made

and cannot simply

be untangled

And it leaves one feeling tired

and worn thin

frayed to the point of fracture

looking 

and listening

and waiting for the world

to know better

to do better

to be better 

than we are or have been 

There may be no answer

and it just may be that IS the answer

s  p  a  c  e  

rest

patient non-reaction

a pause in the catalytic series of 

offenses

and pretenses

inflictions and inflections 

I believe love might lie in the very in-between

in the smallest pocketed places that 

logic

reasoning

and defensive response can’t reach

I think, tucked and tight –

barely whispered bits 

of hope

and have to

wait for a chance to fill

and swell

and break

the not so-uncomfortable silence

that should have spoken all along 

2 thoughts on “9.15.19 Not So Uncomfortable Silence

  1. You poem was like an exhortation and an answer to whether I should, and if so~ what I should~write in response to a correspondence that left me feeling as you described in this poem:

    “…no air left to fuel the err in judgement

    when judgement was the culprit all along

    Angry voices leading to choices

    that never should have been made

    and cannot simply

    be untangled

    And it leaves one feeling tired

    and worn thin

    frayed to the point of fracture…”

    I love this

    “and it just may be that IS the answer

    s p a c e

    rest

    patient non-reaction

    a pause in the catalytic series of

    offenses

    and pretenses

    inflictions and inflections

    I believe love might lie in the very in-between

    in the smallest pocketed places that

    logic…”

    I can breathe deeply and love and be silent. Thank you, Elle!

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