Saturday, August 16, 2014

"The Triumph of Silence"

at first
There Is No Sound
stretches till
its sides are wedged
against the walls,

the promise of a scream
bursting the seams
of place

raging, broadsword drawn -
fell swoops!

the triumph of silence:
the harbinger-knot
lodged in the throat,
a walk on my grave.

(2005-2014 ink doodle, Dianne Selden)

1 comment:

Brian Miller said...

silence can cut as deep as that blade...and be just as deadly....