31 Oct 2016

What happens, Marcus, when words are not enough. You can see the icy blue silence rushing like a river in spate, not talking to the banks, not singing to the rocks, not even whispering to the broken debris that whirls inside its rage. You have the words, the regret, the promise, the hope, and yet you know it cannot bridge that soundless water.

Is that what silence is? An aching emptiness that wants to be destroyed, to be forded by perfect words?

Even the tranquil silence of the morning tilts its head to hear the birds wake up in a tremble of wings, to listen to the dew sliding down the back of tickled grass. Don’t you see that a raw silence needs the healing reverberation of words to clean its suppurated wounds.

Perhaps, silence is complete, fulfilled. It just is, like happiness or sorrow. You don’t break silence or fix it, anything before or after the stillness is yet another transition. Whether through words…

Or another silence?

snowflake upon snowflake
again and again
the wind pirouettes

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22 thoughts on “31 Oct 2016

  1. “When the truth is replaced by silence, the silence is a lie.” A quote I read a few hours ago, in an altogether different context, but thought it apt here.
    “An aching emptiness that wants to be destroyed, to be forded by perfect words?” That is poetry.

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    1. That quote is eerily relevant in many situations. But truth hopefully like the proverbial superhero will save the world, in the last scene 🙂 Thanks though, am glad you picked that line from Marcus.

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  2. There are so many different kind of silences… there are those that carve your bones, and the silence that soothes… maybe it’s like the difference between loneliness and solitude… one a blessing the other one a curse.

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  3. “Silence is golden” to offer another quote. I don’t think silence has to be bridged every single time. After all, we are constantly seeking a quiet place away from the fury of modern life. Sometimes we should turn back from the ford and ride downstream to the dam where the words gush through spillways and we can seine the raging torrent for the phrase that wounded.

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  4. Perhaps silence is just meant to be – neither to be broken or fixed. Your haiku is lovely. This is my favorite part of your haibun:

    You have the words, the regret, the promise, the hope, and yet you know it cannot bridge that soundless water.

    Thanks for joining us.

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  5. This one cuts close to the bone, as someone who often took refuge in silence when speaking up would have been wiser… Finding the right words to bridge the silences is so hard though. A complex poem which gives me something new each time I read it.

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  6. A beautiful and thought inspiring haibun. There are so many different contexts where silence occurs. To be comfortable in silence with one another, to connect in a world beyond words is for me the most beautiful connection of all, where to be still = being at peace. This is very different to situations where silence is heavy with emotion or fear.

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  7. I so love all these conversations – and, so it seems just now, this one in particular. The haiku is wonderful.

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  8. Beautifully written, I feel a sense of waste…not sure why…I enjoy silences when I can hear only the waking of the birds or the see the bushy tail of a chipmunk climbing…too much noise in the world forces me to choose the silences, except for nature’s movements.

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