Tag Archives: silence

Honest Silence

Posted on April 8, 2006 by John

What is there left to talk about? The lines have all been drawn, and leave us little common ground; not much to dwell upon. Why squirm in silence here together, bound by social whim to say not what is on … Continue reading →

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Don’t Say a Word

Posted on February 10, 2006 by John

Don’t say a word; let the silence between us deepen and swallow us whole; forget who was in control, who had the more meaningful role. Don’t say a word; let not speaking remind us of what can be better unsaid; … Continue reading →

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Allness of Everything: alcaics

Posted on October 15, 2005 by John

In seeking out the allness of everything (a journey full of critical posturing that makes our baggage less intrusive) listening silently guides each footfall. Each minute’s chat, each garrulous dialogue, that nervous banter drowning the emptiness of what the world … Continue reading →

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When They Come for Us, Who Will Protest?

Posted on March 7, 2005 by John

Against such foes as ignorance and greed what good are merely human flesh and bone? In which fierce battles waged to rule the soul of a proud nation shall the victor be its best and brightest minds, its stoutest hearts, … Continue reading →

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Counterpoint: Domestic Strife and Miles ’64

Posted on December 10, 2004 by John

A flurry of words assaults the ear as she storms back in the room, alto voice filling the space left by the withering blast of the horn; the false lull breaks as the drum, relentless, kicks forward the time, and … Continue reading →

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At Dawn When I Awoke

Posted on December 7, 2004 by John

At dawn, when I awoke, the rain was but a mist that damped the lawn; and then its whitewash strength increased to rinse the night, ’til it was gone. Its purpose served, it too then waned, as greys began to … Continue reading →

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Sometimes in Fits of Restless Pique

Posted on December 6, 2004 by John

Sometimes in fits of restless pique I lose the will to even speak; and listening to voices lie reduces me to tears. I cry not for their souls in peril; no, but for a world that makes it so worthwhile … Continue reading →

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