Our Silence
written by: Brad Osborne
The silence did not fall
Some wistful dance
A twirling leaf hushed
In its parasoled approach
Not twilight whispers
To a coming night
A quiet that seeps slow
Like honey off the comb
The dull of the murmur
As the eager audience
Waits in anticipation
For the orchestra to begin
No, it did not fall with grace
Silence silhouetted in soliloquy
A restorative pausal effect
Natural balance heard
Our silence was never that
It crashed our conversation
Like an adolescent driver
More meteor than metaphor
Words and wishes abrupt
Plunge to their demise
Hoping the sudden stop
Ensures a painless death
And there, in the quiet left
Volumes unspoken
Emotional graffiti
A harbor in the silence
Brad Osborne
MARCH 2021 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH / 2021 AUTHOR OF THE YEAR at Spillwords.com
The author is American-born but world-travelled. His writings cover fiction and non-fiction, and cross most genres. Although his experiences and shared thoughts are not always unique, it is his hope that his words will bring comfort, joy, or insight to his readers.
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