Amidst cumulus clouds of silence 

words lay writhing in the throes of death

-unable to breathe… hence lying still

 

These are the moments I dread the most

When words die on my lips

and silence thunders to the fore

 

deafening all ears with its roar

©Vivian Zems

Tonight at dVerse we write about the kind of silence communicating more than words. Our host: Dwight Roth

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