I haven’t posted something I’ve written in a long time and I figured I would remedy the problem. Here’s a poem I wrote a year or so ago. :)
The Cool of Silence
It’s in the curve of your vowels as you drop them off your tongue,
half formed and uncaringly parted with.
Indeed, it is as if they were of no more occasion then the morning dew,
a given to be noted with lazy comprehension but no real interest
and yet, and yet, there is a coffee flavored undertone just there in your
breath as you exhale around your scratchy sentences
that whisper of a callous sort of care that reaches beyond the mundane
haze of morning pleasantries and melts the cool of silence.
And maybe, just maybe, I hang upon that manner, the slight lean of your
besotted cadence that seems to come upon the moment with perfect measure
and I am reminded of birds beyond reach and a life made full.
And so, and so, I find the piece of care in your craft though I know
you did not intend it to show. Because, I can fathom somewhere out of the murkiness
of intent subverted a monument to all that is left unsaid and unthought,
a quiet tribute to things that are beyond the words of a morning’s greeting
and perhaps even beyond lisping conversations in the dark, half asleep
and yet, and yet, so vividly alive but will be forgotten all the same upon
waking to a fresh morning’s light. Yes, yes this is where that vague impression
of truth profound leaks through. In the silence. In the overlap of too much to say
and no phrase to do them justice. It is cradled in the curve of your vowels
that you form so negligently that keep me here, entranced.
