This Silence is Leaving

This silence has to be an inflection point;
I watch it tie its laces, flutter its incoherent wings,
as if it has a destination;
as if this solstice of unspeakable quiet
will roll over to reveal the symphony
chiselled from its muted sighs.

I plot unspoken words and unspent time
on disinclined axes,
the graph swallows me whole
into a black chequered sea;
a chipped Pinocchio in the recycled belly
of a made-in-China whale;
with an uncertain wooden cast
that grows longer each time I speak,
each time I lie about the whispers
in the calligraphed trees
of our halcyon days.

But the silence is leaving.
I watch it twist its roll neck, brush its gum-weary beak,
as if it has a destination.
In its place, a slightly askew rectangle
framing years of fine dust,
each speck risen from a memory
swept frugally into the blue dust pan;
no x-marks at the interlocking
of sticky fingers of a sweetened past.
In its place, the symphony, one hundred and eight violins,
playing in discordant mute,
to the rhythm of a giant wooden cast.

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31 thoughts on “This Silence is Leaving

  1. Silence can be deadly. It is the unsaid things that scare me most. The creativity in that second stanza us really cool. The whole Pinocchio bit and the calligraphy trees is really cool.

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  2. So Silence has a name, & tattered wings & oxford shoes; & to keep its secret, to honor its muteness, you have to imagine a full orchestra pounding out silent screaming sonatas. Wow, you really have my mind twisted into a cortical pretzel. I like the lines /as if this solstice of unspeakable quiet/will roll over to reveal the symphony/chiselled from its muted sighs/; damn fine wordsmithing.

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  3. You are on fire!

    Love these:

    “I watch it tie its laces, flutter its incoherent wings,
    as if it has a destination”

    “I plot unspoken words and unspent time
    on disinclined axes”

    “one hundred and eight violins,
    playing in discordant mute,
    to the rhythm of a giant wooden cast”

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  4. Loved your personification of silence. Some of the lines just made me quiver with recognition and anticipation:

    I watch it tie its laces, flutter its incoherent wings,
    as if it has a destination

    a chipped Pinocchio in the recycled belly
    of a made-in-China whale – although from the sound point of view, perhaps an inversion like China-made might work

    each time I lie about the whispers
    in the calligraphed trees
    of our halcyon days.

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  5. “as if it has a destination;
    as if this solstice of unspeakable quiet
    will roll over to reveal the symphony
    chiselled from its muted sighs.”

    You drew me into your piece…very well done.

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