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Silence lines up beside the turntable
waiting for her moment between songs
.
Silence dives below the waves
to commune with octopuses
.
Silence is the air cell
inside a robin’s egg
.
Silence bakes herself into a cake
to spring out and mouth ‘surprise!’
.
Silence waits in a corner, head in hands
while pots are thrown across the room
.
Silence is blood cruising
the body in search of oxygen
.
Silence lives at the end of a sentence
written in a sympathy card
.
Silence is my dog running after
rabbits in her dreams
.
Silence tastes of nothing in
the air between my lips
.
By Carys Owen
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Written in conjunction with dVerse Poetics
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These are stunning qualities of silence, Carys, and I love the way you’ve laid out your poem, using the space to convey the silence, like breaths in between. They are all so good, but my nostalgia and love of vinyl draws me to the first stanza. I also love the image in my mind of silence baking herself (excellent pronoun) and springing out with a mouthed ‘surprise!’ This one brought tears to my eyes:
‘Silence lives at the end of a sentence
written in a sympathy card’.
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Thanks for sharing your reflections. The spaces I left were intuitive so I love your interpretation of breaths in between. I am always humbled that my words are able to evoke emotion in others. Sending your a virtual handkerchief for your tears 🙂
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A pure pleasure is this poem! Thanks for sharing. 🙂
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Thanks for your kind words 🙂
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