I hear silence in the deepest dark
as it tip-toes on padded feet
carefully stepping around
the fractures of my mind
not making a sound
as it leaves me
as quiet
as can
be
©Vivian Zems
(#nonet)
Real Toads– Fussy Little Forms
Poets United # 419
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September 8, 2018 at 11:47 pm
Beautiful writing. I like this one a lot!
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September 9, 2018 at 12:11 am
I love the sounds of silence, hear padding about, avoiding the fractures and leaving you as quiet as can be.
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September 9, 2018 at 12:23 am
This silence and quietude resound with the experience of an emotion deeply felt. That “carefully stepping around the fractures of my mind” really resonated with me. But is it only the calm/peace before the storm?
-HA
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September 9, 2018 at 1:13 am
The tip-toes of padded feet makes me think of a cat prowling at night, silent and careful. This is beautiful writing Vivian.
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September 9, 2018 at 2:16 am
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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September 9, 2018 at 3:02 am
I love the sounds of the end words. The rhymes work really well and hold the poem together. Silence comes and goes so mysteriously.
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September 9, 2018 at 4:22 am
Nice personification of silence. Reminds me of a cat.
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September 9, 2018 at 8:55 am
You’ve filled this fussy little form with silence, Viv! I could be a cat or a wolf on those padded feet, a dream or a nightmare.
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September 9, 2018 at 9:41 am
What a lovely one-sentence nonet!
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September 9, 2018 at 11:31 am
I loved how I (as reader) spoke the words quieter and quieter as I went down the page so I made as little noise as possible. Brilliant!
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September 9, 2018 at 12:30 pm
this one is really effective, Viv. The spacing leaves room for thought as one reads.
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September 9, 2018 at 1:38 pm
As quiet as can be. The form really works for this, well done! Kind of brings to mind The Trumpet of the Swan, for me.
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September 9, 2018 at 1:40 pm
Oh, I do love the sound of silence – a sound like no other!
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September 9, 2018 at 1:43 pm
Beautifully composed poem
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September 9, 2018 at 2:24 pm
The poet can be thankful that the fractured mind sustains no further damage from the silence.
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September 9, 2018 at 2:55 pm
Somehow I think that the more silence there is the louder it is… love it.
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September 9, 2018 at 4:01 pm
I love the silence tip-toeing on padded feet.
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September 9, 2018 at 5:51 pm
Love the idea of silence tip-toeing and leaving as quiet as can be… it reads as both ominous and calming ❤️ Beautifully done Viv 🙂
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September 9, 2018 at 5:53 pm
You used the form very well to draw the reader into the dreamy and quiet mood.
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September 9, 2018 at 5:56 pm
I love all the images evoked with your words Vivian. Just beautiful!
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September 9, 2018 at 7:37 pm
Luv the tip toe image of silence. Its exactly what it does to us the quiet and all its impressions
Happy Sunday Vivian
Much🌻💛🌺love
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September 9, 2018 at 10:04 pm
I love this little piece. I read it aloud – and it is especially exquisite – in spoken word.
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September 10, 2018 at 8:33 pm
The image and the poem frame each other. Beautiful work.
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September 10, 2018 at 9:30 pm
something we all need…
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September 11, 2018 at 5:17 am
Silence, it has its own language. It’s own song. It doesn’t arrive often enough for me.
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September 18, 2018 at 5:58 pm
I enjoyed how you trailed off your words.
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September 19, 2018 at 6:17 pm
Thanks Noel!
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