Silence is my mother
willingly bolting words indoor
lest they should
tumble and break bones
I dug my heart
to weed out noxious words
and make a bed
to bloom silence
Her silent existence
in the pages
of her diary
numbs my soul
Silence once pulled me out
of the grating abyss
of these mundane days
Breathless silence hung in the air
as thousands watched
how the ball came down and popped
out of the hands of the bowler
Is the only word
The leafless silent tree
‘All your words shine’,
I tell the floating,
hovering over my roof
in thankful silence-
both not unhappy
for the end
My yawning feet
took me home
for a good two months
rest in silence
In storm and rain
a jungle babbler often
sits in silence
under a shiny frond
Silence is an empty nest
where chicks have flown
to a distant palm
beside a pond
I wish to plant
a bomb of silence
into the mouth
of the post truth leaders
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
Also sharing with Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017#8 hosted by Thotpurge
26 thoughts on “Thirteen ways Of Looking At Silence (Micropoetry #8)”
Sumana… outstanding. 4, 6 and 13 were especially beautiful. I love this form and you’ve taken it to a new level. Wow. Thanks for sharing with Micropoetry month.
I was going to list a few I liked best and at second read couldn’t choose. No 1 though …
a bomb of silence indeed; something more potent too wouldn’t be out of order 🙂
I love this Sumana. I considered doing a list of poems like this.
I could not get short form to work for me.
Bolting the words so they dont break bones – fun. First something a mother would do,
try to protect us. But a fresh play on the “sticks and Stones” rhyme.
Digging out the noxious words to get to the fresh soil of self, love.
Ha. I thought the ball dropping was the new year, and then it was a bowling ball,
and sometimes new years thud like bowling balls.
The bomb of silence one though is my fav – and we share similar sentiments.
Absolutely stunning work, Sumana. Well done. 🙂
Number 2 is my favorite, but they all make such sense,
Whew! So many silences! How they Mother and Father you actually silences me. And, of all the stark instances you give, this is my favorite. It would be a radical act, indeed:
“I wish to plant
a bomb of silence
into the mouth
of the post truth leaders”
Love number 13.
I enjoyed these very much, thanks for sharing them.
Each one so beautiful, Sumana………I can feel the sadness…and the gladness at being home in silence. Rest well.
Being not unhappy for the end is such a relief, isn’t it? 😉
#VI – total perfection.
Magnificent experiences when silence was the common factor of the situations happening..even a cricket match!
Loved each example..especially the last one..the empty rocking chair..
A wonderful poetic journey:)
Wow Love it bolting words, blooming silence, pulled me out the grating abyss, the last one broke my hear and I had to laugh at planting bomb of silence….
What a moving meditation on silence! So well-written!
Enjoyed all of them but the loss of your father was my favourite. Very sadl
Stanza 13 speaks to me as I think of my own grandfather in his favorite chair that when he went away, the chair lost its aura. Blessed day Sumana.
This is so moving and perhaps we should all write such a poem to tell of ourselves and our family. There are so many little things that swell with importance and bind us to the past and only we hold in our hearts. This really was a most beuatiful poem Sumana.
5 & 11 are my favourites Sumana. And yet i think i like 5 more
Thanks for sharing these wonderful and often profound thoughts Sumana
3 made me immediately sad and 13 wistful of thoughts of my father.
I read your words, and I think it is the beginning of a book…Silence…each one more lovely and touching than the last! “A Vow of Silence”….. is the title of the book. Seems like a good project!
wow! for each and every one of them. simple examples yet the imagery they create is anything but silent
Every one, a gem! I love the last two, in particular.
All silences beautifully depicted, I especially like 1, 5 & 13. Amazing piece, Sumana.
Such a vivid exploration of silence