17
Nov
07

No Words

Silence, except for the clash
of cutlery against china.
A metallic scraping,
rhythmic but discordant.

He was once malleable;
Softer, pliable, and willing
to  bend to the desires of others.
She,  once the shining light
of innocence, bewitching,
playfully beckoning.

Short-lived, a frivolous mistake
dims the light and heralds
a new direction,
foolishly invited, though unintended.

Two lives changed for ever.
Bitterness burns and hardens,
destroying the light of salvation.
Pliancy turns to stolidity,
moulding patterns of stubbornness,
awkwardness and despair.

Silver streaks of light flash
as knives glint in the sunlight.
Hard edged, sharp metallic eyes
avoid contact across the table.
The dull ring of tired china,
matching the cracks
of a relationship that never was.

Silence. No words.
The children eat with eyes lowered
for fear of provoking the wrath
of embittered guilt.
The hollow sounds, ring in their ears
tracing echoes for the future.
No words.
No Love.
Silence.

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2 Responses to “No Words”


  1. 1 aporia24
    November 17, 2007 at 8:08 am

    goodness me. intense…beautiful…tragic…

  2. 2 kimmikat
    November 17, 2007 at 10:15 am

    Thank you Ria. That is a special compliment from a fellow poet!


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