Thirteen ways Of Looking At Silence (Micropoetry #8)

I

Silence is my mother

willingly bolting words indoor

lest they should

tumble and break bones

II

I dug my heart

to weed out noxious words

and make a bed

to bloom silence

III

Her silent existence

in the pages

of her diary

numbs my soul

IV

Silence once pulled me out

of the grating abyss

of these mundane days

in Dooars

V

Breathless silence hung in the air

as thousands watched

how the ball came down and popped

out of the hands of the bowler

VI

Scarlet minivet

Is the only word

The leafless silent tree

Could speak

VII

‘All your words shine’,

I tell the floating,

silent moon

hovering over my roof

VIII

They parted

in thankful silence-

both not unhappy

for the end

IX

My yawning feet

took me home

for a good two months

rest in silence

X

In storm and rain

a jungle babbler often

sits in silence

under a shiny frond

XI

Silence is an empty nest

where chicks have flown

to a distant palm

beside a pond

XII

I wish to plant

a bomb of silence

into the mouth

of the post truth leaders

XIII

Silence is my father

who has left

an empty rocking chair

to be forever still

Posted for my prompt ~ Silence for Poets United Midweek Motif

 

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