I have learned to read the silent

by pmmurphy   Nov 10, 2017


I may never understand
a downpour

it means more than just
rain even though
droplets collapse all around
more than I feel her skin

she escapes me
oh how to forget her


I am nothing

than a waiting room promise
that disappears into blank pages
where thoughts disolve

the permanent white ink
of what I once called love


we wrote on torn diary pages
with that same ink

sculpting poetic lines
vibrant yet concise

too bad
we forgot the lemon juice

our words
are left unnoticed


it always comes back to her
this beautiful monster

making me believe
we hurt the ones we love
so we can heal


no one told me
certain things are better
when left untamed


sometimes we don't like reading
or listening to that final whisper

how can we love
without our reflection in the mirror
the glass tends to break
it leaves us shattered


you taught the
final lesson

where words are born
from silence


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Latest Comments

  • 8 months ago

    by gumshuda

    Judging comment:

    As ddavid said, "you create beauty with minimal effort." With simple words you've made a wonderful creation here, and all one is left to do here is marvel.

  • 1 year ago

    by mossgirl19

    Ahuh-mazing, Pat. Wow.

  • 1 year ago

    by Michael

    Incredible piece of writing
    Michael :)

  • 1 year ago

    by ddavidd

    You are really a talented poet you create beauty with minimal effort.

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