Silence Resounding Into Nothing.
Talk it out. Take the elephant in the room for a walk and then leave it behind.
There is nothing that screams anguish louder than a love that has gone silent
Silence resounding in nothing.
They say silence is golden
If so than I am
King Midas this week,
she's not talking,
but her eyes say
what her voice will not speak,
it's been going on six days
her cold shouldered attack
offers me her bare back
a wo-manequin whose lips
form a tightly sealed crack
but I am the dummy The silence is deafening,
I can hear chinese noodles
being crunched in BeJing
guess I'm just
not worth mentioning
I can hear my heart pounding,
trying to get out...break loose
of the walls of sheer dumbness
that suffocate like a moose. Perhaps it's a taste
of what my coffin will hold,
as I sit here surrounded
by so much tarnished gold,
everything that I touch
seems to turn into silence.
as the one I love most
offers only defiance. Perhaps I should share
the great wealth of it all
without sound,
let the silence
extend beyond my walls
to the guns of war
let it quell every round,
in the Ukraine, Afghanistan
and Jerusalem...
where hatred abounds. To the streets of the barrio
and the ghettos as well,
A new King, me bringing peace
to such cauldrons of hell
as the world leaps with joy
at what my silence has felled. Oh, if God would allow
just one day to erase
the screams and the wails,
of the vast human race
with a power to reach out,
and touch the whole world
leaving cries of war stilled
letting peace be instilled. But perhaps in the sharing
Of such wealth I'd be sad..
abandoning the very things
that make my heart glad,
for even words printed
make sounds in one's head
all of my work would vanish
leaving black screens instead,
and my thoughts all deleted
even this poem unread,
a King Midas nightmare,
for which none would give thanks
all the words struck with silence,
leaving nothing but blanks. So I'll suffer in silence,
and let God be the judge...
till my love comes round,
with a smile and a nudge,
and the world will go on,
dealing hatred and strife,
but I'm done with King Midas
for the rest of my life.
© 2010 Matthew Frederick Blowers III