My Poem ends…
Silence… just silence
A crescendo of non-specificity, riddled with portent
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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