Listening

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Soft and still, the silent snow

Speaks in icy syllables –

Rosy cheeks and tingling toes,

Hibernating miracles,

Children carving angel’s wings,

Jingling sleigh-bells, frozen breath;

Holidays and lights on strings,

Life in temporary death.

 

 

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Winter Woodworker

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Bevelled edges,

meadow’s crown moulding,

intricate detailing in Artisan’s craft;

 woodworker’s tools sit silent,

not daring to break the

 sound barrier.

Night-Time Gazing

night-time pine

Night-time gazing overhead

puts daily turmoil into place,

inky depths on silken thread

define the infinite of space;

and while my tears in silence fall,

I am but one on cosmic plane;

galaxies count such sorrows small –

I am but single link in chain.

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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