The Quietist Hour
With my mouth
Gone quiet
So to the light
With a click
I lay my head down
Waiting for the quietest hour
I close my eyes
And see again
The day’s events
From woe to go
And back again
I question my responses
Acknowledge new guilt’s
And pay homage to old
Finally
My mind is done with this day
As I wait for the quietest hour
It now has
The space it needs
To flourish and meander
Toward that
Stillest hour
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
