i want to
interrupt the world for a moment;
to sit in the palm of a pause
and collect my thoughts. time never hesitates, and
my hesitations are trampled
under progress and passing years.

the eloquence of living is
beyond me some days,
wishing only to curl like a cat
in a green-shaded place
undisturbed by the cities.

how can my heart hold
onto the sadness
which tries to escape
and leave me indifferent?

i grip tightly to the suffering
i have viewed at a distance
so as not to become an ugly,
careless mask.

the danger is of growing cold
and not widening my eyes;
of becoming a part of the pointlessness,
and accepting.

i try to stay alert
to see the failures.
try not to be numb to the blood on the news.
i’d prefer to be lonely than lost any day.

i am waiting for silence.

3 Responses to “Waiting For Silence”

• Jules
  

  August 14th, 2006 at 11:42 am

  Haunting and melancholy… Beautiful, and so astutely written.

• nick
  

  August 14th, 2006 at 11:52 am

  Such beautiful, descriptive words..a truly talented lady..

• nick
  

  August 14th, 2006 at 11:54 am

  beautiful. a true descriptive talent.

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