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The Violated Silence

written by: Charlie Bottle

@CharlieBottle

 

The Violated Silence by Charlie Bottle at Spillwords.com

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Black velvet redwings balance
on cattail blades dancing in the wind,
on a bright sunny day, it sings to reflections
in rustling blue ponds tinged green,
a family of wren chicks and all,
add to the song of nature’s operatic calls,
the rush weaver in silence,
surveys the scene before wading in
to the pond, and harvesting cattails,
then drying them he twists them,
into rope working silently,
he occasionally whistles
and spools the rope,
then soaking the finished rope
so it is pliable
he weaves the base,
working one triangle
for each compass coordinate
until they meet in the center,
drying, it shrinks and becomes tight
enough, to bear the daintiest weight
of woman and child,
and a tired heavy farmhand
just home from a day in the fields.

In the silent ruins, it sat,
silent about the conversations
of all who sat, the secrets,
the gossip, the urgent instructions,
as it sat painted blue
surrounded by blue walls
all this before the war,
once the war came,
one day the walls and roofs
were blown by a stray missile,
the owners had earlier left
for the safety of distant places
where peace lived and thrived,
abandoned in silence it sat,
a testament to life, love,
song, family, friends, talks,
laughter and tears.

Silently forgotten, slowly falling apart,
never complaining of its mean estate
it sat until its tattered silence was violated,
by shuttering sounds of a metal iris,
and a mirror in darkness
winking at the light,
and its existence captured in
coded instructions to display
its beauty on a screen
and be printed on paper
or canvas or shown in an exhibition
titled "The Violated Silence"

 

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

This a poem about a chair found in a ruin in Milan and displayed in an exhibition - Il silenzio violato - Photo Expo.

Charlie Bottle

Charlie Bottle

Charlie Bottle's passion is poetry. He has lived on three continents, speaks five languages and loves different cultures, people, music and food. He believes that "Poetry uses the economy of words to express the essence of our humanity." It is this magical use of brevity to express the profound that drew him to poetry. While his professional and personal life has pulled him in different directions, He continues in his discipleship of the craft and writes whenever the muse moves him. While English is his second language it is the language in which he lives, breathes, thinks and writes poetry.
Charlie Bottle

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