In Between Silences


A silence descends upon them
Then excretes a word or two

Commonplace pleasantries
As if they’ve nowt else to say
And so as not to appear rude
Externally … While internally

Terrified tots hammer away
Like smiths gone berserk
Building – on pain of death
A makeshift custom armour

A silence descends once more
As they pray for a lasting peace

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on September 16, 2019, in Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. A friend you feel comfortable enough to sit in silence with is a rare thing.

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  2. Can relate to this. You’ve well described the interaction! 🙂

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  3. Sitting in an understandable silence is a joy. True connection. ♡

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