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BREAKING THE SILENCE : NO MORE

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Glass shattered a
Saturday afternoon tea ~

Silence holds steady
black fleeced momentum 
for its own ripping
when lightning as whipping 
fire from Heartbeat of
Sun slashes its Void
loudness to tumble 
wounds of wisdom 
weeping slow dirty tears
~ tears telling stories 
of biting burns inserting 
into silent flesh of 
tense waiting before 
window panes were 
smashed with stone 
duck docile ornaments 
on late afternoons 
of rampant rage
silence holding a blank
white canvas for dripping 
blood when no car to 
hostile hospitals stood
in an oiled-stained
garage

Bookshelves tumbled
poems torn to sheds
laundry strewn about
glass splinters in sink 
of unwashed dishes
silence slithered into
dried out stewpot
waiting for maniacal 
tsunami to cremate 
emotions tweezering 
them from dna
soiled in possessive 
prisons ridiculed ~ 
a father brought a 
casserole dropped
dashing dish fled
wolf howls fierce
voice boxes cringing 
where was cub ?
listening to other dread 
dramas oblivious in 
fantasy land on 
a smaller screen or
maybe gymnasting 
with coloured 
ribbons satin

Faraway Divinity spoke 
in all pervasive silence 
on testing timeline taut 
taciturn holding my breath 
to His nostrils silencing 
a billion billion sound 
frequencies, informing 
that I will choose to 
brave open fear 
cracked lips for bright 
blissed Love

My lashes He crafted
brushed His breathy
silence with sparkling
assent for missions of
courage I traversed
embraced by solitude ~
elephants, baboons
monkeys and lizards
observing in pure 
stillness whilst across
listening forest moss
waves I deciphered
Michael Jackson’s
“They Don’t Care 
about Us” 

Here I wear my Silence
a white daisy cloak from 
heavenly dew fields
luminosity which dare
not be torn as wild 
lies hop chaotic across 
dark doom
a spiderweb fibre it can 
chameleon transmute
into gentle streams to 
soothe that which itself 
hides for right timing 
a first bud of red rose
birthing delicacy 
benign waters over
pebble backdrops
silence birthing 
gurgling rivulets 

A nut muffin maker 
feeding jealousy
deceit, shame, guilt
indecision, escapism ~ 
all swampy keys to 
stagnant quagmires 
will too utter her
Heart’s shadowed light
breaking the silence
of mothers’ egoic 
ignorant invisibility
as I silently breathe 

Quiet my petaling 
garment breaks open 
writhing silences
regurgitating quantum 
memories incubated 
in waiting cell fertility 
for decades perhaps 
centuries 
marching journeys of souls 
through wars conquering 
ancient lands, majestic 
mountains, raucous 
seas, ports, spices
when women with babes 
waited in anguished 
longing for men to taste 
their honey in silence
hot crusted bread
speaking truths of
labouring backs bent
wooden tables cracked
cows chewing cuds 
what could be a
more knowing 
silence ?

Now wafered 
soundlessness
is lamb soft yet 
diamond piercing 
diamonds raw
a spiralling lark 
offering lucid tones 
as harmony cupped
in two musing wings
to ascend where it 
can quintessentially 
quiver questing,
hover in expectant 
silence for another 
quiescent mission
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