17/4/2012
The silence tiptoes, trips and hops
It jumps around, then slowly cralws
It fills the gaps with everything and nothing
It makes time seem solid or fluid
It turns the moments into centuries
And whole centuries into mere moments
Oh... silence is malevolent...
A creature with no existence
It casts its heavy shadow on the universe
Into the vast voids in between
Great silence, why won't you lift your veil?
Unto the noise, you creep, invisible
And make your appearance when least expected
Sometimes... oh yes, you are sought out...
Sometimes you are much appreciated...
They say silence is gold...
... I say your colour is gray and black...
For your shadow is as heavy as the small hours of the night
Lovely, spiteful silence... Silence with no face, with no voice, with no nothing...
Grave, comfortable silence... Heavy and light, abandoning and accompanying...
I love you, Silence... and yet I hate you...
... because, when you surround me, I can hear my thoughts unfolding...
... sometimes it feels good to be lost in their fake paradise...
... but, some other times... my thoughts descend into an abyss...
... an abyss from where I never come out without leaving a piece of my soul behind...
The silence tiptoes, trips and hops
It jumps around, then slowly cralws
It fills the gaps with everything and nothing
It makes time seem solid or fluid
It turns the moments into centuries
And whole centuries into mere moments
Oh... silence is malevolent...
A creature with no existence
It casts its heavy shadow on the universe
Into the vast voids in between
Great silence, why won't you lift your veil?
Unto the noise, you creep, invisible
And make your appearance when least expected
Sometimes... oh yes, you are sought out...
Sometimes you are much appreciated...
They say silence is gold...
... I say your colour is gray and black...
For your shadow is as heavy as the small hours of the night
Lovely, spiteful silence... Silence with no face, with no voice, with no nothing...
Grave, comfortable silence... Heavy and light, abandoning and accompanying...
I love you, Silence... and yet I hate you...
... because, when you surround me, I can hear my thoughts unfolding...
... sometimes it feels good to be lost in their fake paradise...
... but, some other times... my thoughts descend into an abyss...
... an abyss from where I never come out without leaving a piece of my soul behind...
© Marina Misty Trantaki 2012
[ Έχω πολύ καιρό να γράψω ένα πεζό ποίημα... Ορίστε, λοιπόν, το νεότερο ποιητικό μου τόλμημα...! :)
I haven't written a prose poem in quite a long time... So, here's my latest poetic venture...! :) ]
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