(sonnet #XLVIII)
XLVIII
Your silence deafens and speaks volumes, yea
It shuts my big trap too, reflecting when
Impassioned first, but cooling slowly then
As by degrees chagrined, perceiving, weigh
My folly with regret, remorseful lay
Me low. What have I done? Alas, again!
Am I now ruined? My sins pile up. I ken
Them now but partly, silent in dismay.
The puppy, tail betwixt his legs, slinks off
Reproved. Your silence ample room affords
Reflection, for stillness so foreboding hangs
Like calm before the storm. Perhaps aloft
The sun shines, but black clouds obscure; I mourn,
Your muteness so much louder than harangues.
13Mar11
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Okay, so this is the second on this very topic, the first being the purely imaginative "Entreating His Silence"...this is similar, on a slightly different angle, and maybe with a touch of real experience behind it. And I think yet another angle could be addressed...hahaha, perhaps another day?
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Comments1
I love the line:-
"Your silence deafens and speaks volumes"
Thanks! Me too!
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