Open Mic Night ( a poem on silence)

My Poem ends…

Silence… just silence

Mounting… Surging…

A crescendo of non-specificity, riddled with portent

Silence

Although nothing, it exists

Persists by mutual consent

Content to sit and linger on

What it will not place its’ finger on

My poem ends…

2 thoughts on “Open Mic Night ( a poem on silence)”

Surging Silence. This is just brilliant. Don’t worry about lay-out or format…. it’s very potent just like this. Bravo.

I’ve certainly felt the growing tide of imagined criticism in a lingering silence – perhaps each of us has.

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