Silence sits upon silence,
a mute accumulation;
minutes,
days,
months,
years,
a hush pervades them all.
He won’t acknowledge
the white elephant in the room,
so neither will she;
the stillness deafens,
the lulls clamour,
all resound
with secret censorship
that wails without sound in her heart,
pounds and crackles in his brain.
He looks at her with a nameless longing,
she cries noiselessly into midnight pillows –
but still, the stillness snags,
expanding the girth
of their
white elephant.
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Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Yes, they do exist – those white elephants.
Very true…
Love this one, Melody. Very cool.
Thanks Rob! You always seem to catch the ones that have a deeper significance to me…
Because I’m such an advocate for Christian spiritual formation, I love those poems that hint at that journey – the hard road toward wholeness and peace and joy in the Holy Spirit. This one does that for me.
I write a lot about those subjects, too, because in walking toward inner healing, the journey is worthy of being shared with others. Each of us in moving toward wellness is able to learn and grow in new ways – and what is more poetic than that?
I totally agree. Thanks for sharing your gifts in that very journey.
This piece was a wonderful multi-faceted snowflake. No two poems are exactly alike, Melody. All have their unique crystalline beauty. You are a very talented lady. I always love it when your posts come out. They always pressure me to pause and ponder and wonder… 🙂
Wow. I’m glad that you are able to get so much meaning from what gives me such pleasure to produce, Eric. I always enjoy your visits!
“Wails without sound”–oh gosh, I remember this. Painful…
Ouch…
This was a powerful one, Melody and so well written. Thank you for helping the unique way you do!
Thank you Debbie, for your continued input into my writing!