In Between Silences
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
Posted on September 16, 2019, in Poetry and tagged Fear, Life, Relationships. Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.
Ben Naga 
A friend you feel comfortable enough to sit in silence with is a rare thing.
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I can but agree. May you have a few such and find more.
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And you as well!
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Thank you kindly. I am so grateful to have a handful.
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Can relate to this. You’ve well described the interaction! 🙂
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Thank you, Betty. Looks as though a few folk can relate to it too.
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Sitting in an understandable silence is a joy. True connection. ♡
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Yes indeed. But the other kind, as depicted here, is quite the opposite. 😦
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Yes.
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After a conversation this evening it seems things are improving following a courageous stab in the dark and a few admissions and confessions. Fingers crossed as tomorrow and tomorrow approach..
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