Crowded, sullen grey clouds
Bear silent witness:
Vacant market stalls,
Double-wet cobbles
Giving less than nothing back
And a patient young woman,
Tag Archives: silence
Hearing Music.
Blond panther in beggar-black rain
Is pacing beautiful blue-silver
Dapple paths that stretch
From then to beyond
On velvet-whisper pads.
Unseen by even the cat,
Man, still-sitting on
Drum Back mountain stack
Watches it all unfold once again;
Hearing music in the
Tiny perfect silences,
Feeling tears drawn out
Of history’s eyes.
5/9/2013
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Because You Kept It
Feels like the frustrated fury of
Fifty thousand hearts
Fizzing, crackling and buzzing
Like acid hornets in the
Haunted, sulphur-walled canyons
Of my ringing mind.
I am here, by
Longest days flame.
You are not, and
Echoes of all that street thunder
Going round in circles.
Your absence stings.
You were wise enough to know
It was time to finish
Long before I ever did;
But you said nothing,
Gave no sign,
And, while I hate you
For your silence
I also love you all the more
Because you kept it.
21/6/2013
Never Heard
Babble from the streets,
Through the leaded window,
Across the keyboard,
Jars with the rain-beat rhythm:
The language, perhaps,
Of fishes, never heard
On land before.
Engine coughs –
Like a shotgun.
The silence that follows
Is heavier than noise.
2/10/2012
To Sit With You Again
(Hello Facebook my old friend,
I’ve come to sit with you again)
In a public book of avatar faces
We meet without touching,
Talk without speaking:
The background echoes
Of a minstrel-prophet.
Did he really see what was coming?
Is it so wrong to crave silence?
To try to turn up a collar
Against the ego, babble and nonsense?
That time of year:
Grave winter becoming
Brave spring;
That soul-search time of night,
That stage of unexplored friendship:
Depths innocently plumbed.
There’s no music
That I can hear.
This is a song
I can never sing.
27/1/2012
