between the measure and its lingering chord
a pause leans into itself—
not absence, but a held breath
threading the room with quiet weight.
chairs remember their occupants,
dust rehearses its slow descent,
and the air waits,
as if something might begin again.
… and the night forgets its name
the silence gathers in the rafters,
an aftersound still trembling in the beams
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This particular one may not have gotten across as intended but the readings may be skewed being the season… perhaps it he posting date should’ve been reconsidered… we’ll see how we go…
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So much said in silence not always in sound but silence of action as well that pause and frozen moment in time when all seems to stop. It is here that feeling begins and in music it says as much as does the sound itself. In this moment of thought visions, memories of past and expectations for the future rush and play an unheard symphony in the mind of expectation. Another lovely piece that I must say deserves a fave
I’m so grateful for your words, Soren. You’ve really captured the spirit of what I was reaching for. That idea of silence as something alive, as the place where feeling begins, is exactly what I hoped to evoke. I love how you describe it as an “unheard symphony” of memory and expectation. It's such a beautiful way of putting it. Thank you for reading so deeply, and for the fave as well. It truly means a lot. 🙏🕊️
It is always my pleasure my friend your poems are something to look forward to
Well written, your poem explores themes of presence and absence, the passage of time, and the anticipation of renewal. It conveys a sense of stillness and reflection, capturing a moment where life seems to pause, allowing for introspection. The imagery of chairs remembering their occupants and dust rehearsing its descent suggests a connection to the past, while the notion of the air waiting hints at the possibility of something new emerging.
Most appreciated Friendship 🙏🏻🕊️
I understand the essence of this write, many of my own conversations are held in silence, my emotions and memories awaken in silence to the point that sometimes that silence becomes deafening. I enjoyed the read
Thank you so much Tobani. It sometimes feels like a whole other language 🙏🏻🕊️
Exactly, your welcome
Silence can be so loud within one's mind Rik.
Andy
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