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Silence

05.21.11 Posted in today's words by

Christopher Roe has been painting for more than 40 years and writing poetry for 3 years. His paintings cover most genres, but he has spent the past 12 years capturing the beauty and wonder of Ireland in his art. After a 44-year career in advertising as an art director/graphic designer he retired from that work and now teaches, writes poetry, and pursues his art full time. His memoir Dead Rainbows was published in 2010. Visit his website to see more of his art.

Silence
By Christopher Roe

A million crickets mime
their sonic music
to the heart’s bass beat.

In the absolute deprivation
of soundless silence
a river rushes loud
through deaf ears
not as sound, but pulse.

A river of blood
sluicing quietly
through the veins
of a life trapped
in the silence.

Shallow breathing
like gentle waves
softly breaking
on a deserted beach
are the sobs of pain
that echo unheard
off the cotton walls
of memory.

In the utter emptiness 
of a lonely heart
no one can hear
you scream
above the noise
of the silence.

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2 Responses to “Silence”

  1. Jeanette Cheezum says:
    May 21, 2011 at 2:38 pm

    This is so sad. But done beautifully.

  2. bobbie troy says:
    May 23, 2011 at 1:51 am

    I love the concept of silence. Does silence really exist?

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