She did not say much
Her’s was a rounding silver pause
A singing bowl of watched consideration
When she spoke, it held a soft balance of meaning
Like the weight of the sea pressing on dry earth
They told her she was boring at dinner parties
They said shyness was a bad trait to remove
When she turned toward me, her eyes wet with shame
I wiped her tears and whispered
Surely the best among us, say the most with the least
Surely it is a vital, beautiful thing to turn down the dial
on noise, attention seeking, the cacophony of humans
Fat on ego and the terrible drive to be ahead at any cost
Say less, speak in thought, touch, dream
I kissed her fingers and she knew
Quiet love may have been forgotten in the roar
But it ripples like a beloved glory on the shoulder of great waves
Stillness spreading like silk in a gentle wind
Her cheek against mine, the moon dipping gracefully behind sugary mist
Our hands entwined, saying more than any impatient mouth
Adding more static to a hornblower world, could
Her lips resting without words, so much shared
In thirsty, balm, healing quietude.
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TheFeatheredSleep – Peace in silence together
This is amazing wordsmithery. 🤘🤘🤘
This is so incredibly beautiful without overdoing the imagery:
“I kissed her fingers and she knew
Quiet love may have been forgotten in the roar
But it ripples like a beloved glory on the shoulder of great waves
Stillness spreading like silk in a gentle wind”
A sound, intimate poem, and the image is perfect.
I couldn’t help thinking of this: “The loudest noise in the world is silence.” – Thelonious Monk
Is there a greater comfort than to simply come together needing no words? To let eyes and touch speak the volumes no words can capture? Where it is safe to just breathe together. This poem says not.
Candice, I love these lines:
A singing bowl of watched consideration
When she spoke, it held a soft balance of meaning
Like the weight of the sea pressing on dry earth
Well said. I realize the story continues about intimacy, but the first part reminds me of the book “Quiet” which speaks of how introversion used to be considered a character flaw before 1970 or so, yet many CEOs are actually more introverted than extroverted. Keith
“Surely the best among us, say the most with the least” – a lovely line
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Thank you so much!!
Thank you so much dearest Tre
You’re quite welcome! 💜