Types of Silence

Post Nublia, Phoebus
Time is lost each day,
Like sand washed bones,
Children, tricked by a man
In red, white and blue
On a glossy poster pasted to crumbling walls,
Lost in a Desert Storm.
Become a folded wedge of stars
 
And it becomes harder to believe
That after clouds,
Sun.
 
Subtle Silence
Subtle silence
Occurs to me ten minutes
Into my meditation
On the cool air sneaking under my window
Making the curtains shiver
And spattering goose bumps across my arm
 
I smile and wonder fleetingly
Whether the wind misses
This little piece of itself
 
Eruption of Silence
I sit in silence.
O! It is loud!
Wings of things that cannot fly
Flutter and flap
Whispering their secrets
With the hope that I will understand
 
Internal Monologue
Locked in my mind forever
An internal monologue
That is deafening
Telling me things I don’t want to hear.
Asking me why you are my friend –
I cannot answer
Though for seven years I thought I knew
But now I see:
I lie in the dust
Like Job
As friends fill ears with unkind words,
Injuring his soul.
I will lie in the dust, I say,
I wonder would I be the same
Had you not tried to silence my internal (eternal) monologue