I didn’t hear you
and you slipped past
your whispers only faint murmurs on the wind
less than the burbling susurrus of the river.
I heard shrieks and giggles,
running feet and splashing laughter;
I didn’t hear you.
poem-lonely June 17, 2015
He’s in the man cave
staring at the tube
occasionally laughing
When he emerges
he ignores her as she does
her thing in
her space.
He’ll walk past and head to bed
without a word,
and she’ll watch him in the hall
wondering whether
everyone feels lonely.
poem- silent November 13, 2014
You sit
silently
staring at your lap.
Your face
reflects sorrows
you will not describe.
Silence
is your
only safe
place.
poem- modern inconvenience July 5, 2014
The panorama of lake and hills
lies peacefully before me.
The susurration of wind
the patter of rain on
leaves and pine needles
is mountain music.
Heaven on earth
marred by
that incessant RV A/C.*
.
.
.
*Recreational Vehicle Air Conditioning
OMG it just turned off! (and the very next minute the music started. Sigh).
poem- tonight April 24, 2014
Tonight
walking to the mailbox
I am stalked by mist
The lights blink through
the neighbours trees:
stars above,
down town below.
It’s so black between the lamps,
I expect deep quiet,
beneath the rustle of new leaves,
but the highway hums in the distance.
Trucks travel with an insistent drone
that climbs the hill to my house,
and silence suffers
in the hustle of their incessant transitions.
encircling silence July 30, 2012
This silence is a circle.
Mine says,
“wrap me with warm words!”
Yours says,
“huh?”
So silence encircles,
Mine says,
“compassion is in companionship.”
Yours says,
“shh.”
Silence circles.
Shawn L. Bird 