I am the majority whose opinion is not listed. I am unnerving.
A symptom of stress, of solace and solitude. I am a treatment.
For one minute I recall the brave in fields of red remembrance. In another I am but deadly.
The artist recreating a by-gone era, too easily am I broken.
Holding matriarchs hostage, so to speak,
with their hands on their heads and fingers on lips.
Between friends I am comfortable, amongst fools I’m advised.
The calm before the lovers’ storm. I say it best.
Take my vow, be at one. For golden am I and Holy are my nights.
The unwritten word, the space between the notes
I speak volumes if you can spare a few minutes...
.. .4:33 to be precise.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 11:55 AM UTC
I am the majority whose opinion is not listed. I am unnerving.
A symptom of stress, of solace and solitude. I am a treatment.
For one minute I recall the brave in fields of red remembrance. In another I am but deadly.
The artist recreating a by-gone era, too easily am I broken.
Holding matriarchs hostage, so to speak,
with their hands on their heads and fingers on lips.
Between friends I am comfortable, amongst fools I’m advised.
The calm before the lovers’ storm. I say it best.
Take my vow, be at one. For golden am I and Holy are my nights.
The unwritten word, the space between the notes
I speak volumes if you can spare a few minutes...
.. .4:33 to be precise.
This is my attempt at a poem in the style of Mark Haddon's poems 'Miaow' and 'Woof', inspired by the quotes on http://www.kevinstilley.com/silence-select-quotes
