Their White Elephant

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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13 comments on “Their White Elephant

  1. Herbstbaum says:

    Yes, they do exist – those white elephants.

  2. Robert Rife says:

    Love this one, Melody. Very cool.

  3. ericmvogt says:

    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… 🙂

  4. Caddo Veil says:

    “Wails without sound”–oh gosh, I remember this. Painful…

  5. Debbie says:

    This was a powerful one, Melody and so well written. Thank you for helping the unique way you do!

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