Harsh words
A bated breath
A pregnant silence was how we left
Scorned feelings
Once love; amiss
You couldn’t keep me
Not even with a kiss
She was silent as we drove home from the hospital,
It was not an awkward silence
it no longer was a pregnant silence.
I know now
that she was busy burying the unborn
as deep as she was able to
with only the one, forever broken shovel.
A tower stands majestic and imposing
seeming asleep for the night
its silence weighing heavy, oppressive,
like a pain that would not go away
like a darkness that goes beyond
the absence of light.
In my sinking heart, I doze in twilight state
between dreaming and waking -
the privacy of it promises remedy
for persistent feelings of anguish
for losing an innate sense of balance
like a tortured soul courting sorrows
hiding behind unseen dark clouds
unwilling to let go and let be.
Shadows whisper in the stillness
one can hear a mouse blinking in the dark.
But I find no solace in the silence.
Looking up is a death knell from light
for the stars are dying, the universe a mystery,
impenetrable, choked up with unbridled passions.
Reason tumbles in a spit of craziness
even as I let the pregnant silence linger a bit
in bare tolerance, while the stars’ light disappear
swallowed and swallowed as they die.
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The two enjoy
The company
The togetherness
Long periods of silence
Timeless
“You hardly talk
How do you connect?”
People wonder
We simply smile
“It’s a silent pact”
The silence meaningful
‘Pregnant’!
My mind races backwards
His extra marital affair
Suddenly comes up on me
Worse, the huge thud
The other woman ‘Pregnant’
Long phases of silence follow
While we drift apart
For him
His new love interest
For me
Quiet anger, disappointment, sorrow
And the rest
And it remained so
Till he entered
Into my life’s mess
Gentle, almost faultless
Now again silence
‘Pregnant silence’
Silence meaningful
The strings of my heart pulled
Silence denoting
Love, adoration, respect- everything
Oh! This wonderful being together
In silent communion
Not as two separate entities
But as one
Parlance of pregnant silence
An effective weight in anticipation
I didn't ran out of words
Nor mutism rained on me
We just became close allies
Another expression, a new attire
For sometimes when uttered
Even words become more invisible~Dr. Samiha Zubair
You never said a word; just let the silence fill the dialogue
I got nothing in return, just emptied replies
I opened my heart to you; I showed you all my demons
The attic needed some light I said
But you didn’t say much. Didn’t realise you were already slipping away.
The deeper I dug, the farther you retreated. I wanted you to get to know the real me
Show you a side of me I didn’t know how to silence
I was such a fool to think you would be different,
That you’d see through these demons that tried to control me,
But I guess you couldn’t find it in yourself to save me, help me.
I guess the dark scared that kid inside you;
You couldn’t get your hands dirty.
There were too many skeletons to bury, too many demons to slay at night.
But the game’s over.
You said more than enough, the pregnant silence gave birth to clarity.
And after all this time…..
The truth was facing me all the time, but I didn’t want to acknowledge it.
I SAW the death creep three hooves and a beat!
A pregnant silence above violins stressed
strings--||dancing frets ~~~~~~~
A gnome drunk-walk scattering blackbirds
and neon-lit billboards ;a humid Mother Earth
(with no protection)
vaginal-air of sleepy fatigued wooden scents
Post-rain meltdown exhaustion sleeps
in hungry-soil love.
But the gnome cries, "I've no reflection
to redeem...no troll to toll beneath
fire-speaking coins upon my eyes!
Make the Earth Scream. Make the Soul dream.
It is eating me!
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Expectant feel
In dark of night
Lips squeezed to seal
“gainst words held tight
Pregnant silence
mayhaps born of fear
No words or whispers
Caress one’s ear
Black glove of velvet
Holds tight the hush
Of careless words
In callous crush
Peace hides deep
In quiet’s keep
Yet shares it’s lair
With fear
Silence…ominous…
Peaceful, deep
Sparce…voluminous
Carbon black in mystery steeped
Creature of comfort?
“thing” to fear?
What tis this “silence”
That we e’er need to hear?
Tis composed of stardust
Of dark matter deep
That cradles our trust in
Quiescent quest of sleep
So many things I have to say to you
Yet your absence robs me of your attention
Yet fuels the word train of my emotions
So many things I want to say to you
Yet my tongue refuses to obey my mind
Yet my body refuses to cooperate and call
So many seconds of silence hang between us
That need to be filled by conversation
That need to be released from curious expectation
So many things I have to explain
To help you understand me and my actions
To release me from this invisible yet strong bond to you
So many things should have been that are not
So many words treasured and captured
So many moments and gestures remembered
So many incomplete conversations
So many unfulfilled fantasies
Something is incomplete that should not be
Someday the circle shall come full
Two doves atop a bare dead tree with uninterrupted view
Huddled close on a Summer's day with naught to do but coo
Birds stop by on top most branches chirp go their way and back
It's storm cloud close with tickle breeze, grey and blue and black
Upturned leaves reflect sky light in every which direction
The humming bird preens on the line in feeder glass reflection
It's all so still and heavy now then leaves go all aflutter
The doves are gone the coming rain is more than just a mutter
It pounds on in with rushing wind at once the streets afloat
Then lightnings flash and thunder rolls the wind picks up then stills
And in the pregnant silence I eye the moored boat
She's under tarp and sitting well with room to ride the least of all my ills.
It's time to batten down and wait for weather to be gone
To sit alee and watch with glee as Nature carries on
it looks humble
but harbors trouble.
a pregnant silence
nurtures violence.
it is threatening,
it is frightening...
a silent silence whispers vengeance
it is worse than an out-spoken uproar.
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