Silence
Cut down, pushed down, thrown down
a spastic reaction, a commandeering confection of a bully
Crashing.
Down.
What is silence.
To be torturted by it. Nay but nay.
What is silence.
The gift of tongue forcibly ripped, defiled from the frame, literally silenced.
What is silence.
Lover castigating your soul's breath, making it trivial as a reminder of your "place."
What is silence.
But of water squelching on the fires of passion, on the passion of devotion on the devotion of IT.
What is silence.
A self made prison of barbed-wire and chain linked fence, where the tulips grow outside the unlocked gate.
What is silence.
Is it found in the twisted torment of a childhood bound by scars, lashings, and pleasurably guilted sex scents?
What is silence.
Is it the empty "home" with blood stains strewn across the idyllic curtains
and
fallen photos staring into the loathsome Nothingness upon its walls?
What is silence.
Is it the noose around the neck of the body whose burden is too much to bear?
What is silence.
What is silence?
Is it madness? Is it peace? Is it revolution? A time of contemplation?
What is silence?
It is tethered by invisible strings that flow from Genius, to fingers, onto the page.
It is the feeling of rage, hate, love, kindness, peace, swelling tearfulness, & desire to be alone - in a single moment?
What is silence?
Is it in the mindful spaces between the pauses and screams?
Between the sirens, flashing lights, the tireless infant and the paranoid lover incessantly battering?
It is found in the quiet, panted inhalation of the willful submersion.
It is found upon the bitten brim, invisible beside the flesh eliminated
It is found in the shards of the forsaken heart anesthetized through decades.
It is found in her Mind, that despicable self-disdain, to allow such subjugation.
It is found in the shards of the forsaken heart anesthetized through decades.
It is found in her Mind, that despicable self-disdain, to allow such subjugation.
When did the Uninvited silence, Silence me.
© 2014 Silence - DNKG
Silence can be a lot of things and we can take advantage of it in so many ways. One thing I love about silence is it gives us the opportunity to reflect and contemplate. A very beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading.
DeleteMy favorite time of the night is Silence.
ReplyDeleteI couldn't agree with you more. There is something sacred about the silence
DeleteSilence is great when you are able to take time out for yourself and also like you said it can set you free.
ReplyDeleteWow! Your poetry speaks volumes. Such powerful combination of words. Whoever you're writing about has had a painful life. My heart goes out to them. Stay strong. =)
ReplyDeleteThank you meredith. This is a painful poem. Most of my writings, similar to yours, come from personal experiences but also draw upon the wealth of common experiences of humanity. So while most of it is inspired by an interaction between myself and others, I also incorporated others life stories to bring to light what "silence" (both good and bad) can really look like. For some Silence is a wonderful escape for others it can be terrifying. Thank you for sharing. Thank you for reading.
DeleteBeautiful poem. The one thing I always think about silence is the opportunity it presents for us to really tap into our true selves and find the answers we seek. That higher part of us already knows, we just need to find a way to connect with it.
ReplyDeleteIn meditating the Silence is such a gift. Its true. Thank you Kelli for taking the time to share and thank you for reading. I appreciate it.
DeleteNice poem ,interesting to see what it can be for others .
ReplyDeleteI love silence and I have a lot of silence ,good for listening to the heart.
Thank you
Thank you Erika!
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