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Women and Silence

August 3, 2012

I wish I could use words the way a woman can

Not struggling to let go of each one

But pouring them out like water

A smooth steady stream to comfort others or herself

A raging torrent to wear away the most recalcitrant earthen lump

A sudden drenching that dumbfounds the dignity of the pompous

A steady drip that will break the coldness of self serving reason

The pretty, witty music that entices one to dance

The shrewish cackling mockery that makes you feel you’ve got no chance

The calm murmur that can reach the loneliest, most troubled soul

The endless seeming wittering that will always have its goal

Or perhaps her words don’t mean anything at all

They just break the surface of previously parched land

Making little bubbles that pop before they’re seen

With a puff of freshly made air

The tiny gasp with which life can begin

And even when she’s silent and alone

The words will not stop

Going round and round her head until someone can be told

Pressing to express her joy and stress

The wild life she struggles to control

The dear words she wants to give with love

Which may escape to wreak revenge or savage the innocent

Which may be used against her by ruthless charmers

With echoes of what she wants to hear or damaging quotes

Of things she said but no longer feels or means

So sometimes even the best of women may feel defeat

Beaten by words she said that have been ignored

Or twisted till the love has been choked out of them

And they come back to haunt her, weary little beasts

That she must contain all over again, even though she knows

That soon they and the thoughts they hold will return to demanding life

And she that was once their mistress will become their slave

And that is why though talking with women has been one of the great joys of my life

Though I love the verbal jousting and respect a sound tongue lashing

I still hope and dream of the time when the woman I love and I

May be together in wordless peace

Comfortable enough with each other not to speak

Knowing that the immensity of silence

Is easily filled by our mutual love.


From → Poet

  1. Told you!


  2. barbara permalink

    Beautiful John


    • Glad you like it, dear Babsie.


  3. John, this is a lovely piece. I really enjoyed reading it, and think you should trumpet it all over the place. Congrats.


    • Thanks Jacqueline. I try, but I don’t know how to trumpet!


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