She rarely spoke –
So seldom,
That one who was inclined –
To think, would think,
That she measured her syllables,
With careful ardour.
In time, I found,
It was her silences,
That said the most.
On occasion, I counted –
The pauses and breaths,
Transfixed by moments of
Certain serenity.
Without warning,
She would break breath,
And promise she would love me,
In my darkest hours.
Kevin Brown © 28.07.2016
July 28, 2016 at 7:37 PM
Silence speaks volumes. Very nice!
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July 28, 2016 at 7:37 PM
Thanks so much
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July 28, 2016 at 7:37 PM
You’re welcome!
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July 28, 2016 at 8:55 PM
Power in silence
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July 28, 2016 at 11:13 PM
Thank you my friend
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July 29, 2016 at 12:32 AM
My pleasure. Always
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July 29, 2016 at 12:27 AM
This is a beautiful poem, I really like it.
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July 29, 2016 at 1:45 AM
Beautiful!
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July 29, 2016 at 2:09 AM
Beautiful poem 😊
– Zoe (zurkpoetry.wordpress.com)
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July 29, 2016 at 7:21 AM
Reblogged this on pkforeal and commented:
Couldn’t have said it any better.
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July 31, 2016 at 1:36 AM
Speak only if you think that ur words are better than silence. Beautiful peotry. Thank you!
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July 31, 2016 at 4:23 PM
This is very beautiful
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July 31, 2016 at 5:44 PM
Thank you so much 🙂
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August 20, 2016 at 5:54 PM
well, you have floored me…
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August 20, 2016 at 6:53 PM
This is more than just amazing.
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August 20, 2016 at 7:01 PM
Thank you Sara 🙂
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