July 09, 2009

Silence Wails

Ten minutes rest
(perchance to sleep)
is all I ask.
Mewling kitten,
tiny fists raised,
protests silence.

Calm pink, the walls
watch trembling hands
a pillow grasp
to hide red-blotched
despair. Patient
now, they steady.

Stillness. Cries cease,
but silence wails
and echoes. White,
my hands reach down
and lift you near
my aching breast.

1 comment:

Paul said...

That is beautifully made, Agnes. The way the sound and the tension continues the silence is a perfect example of what poetry can do. The scene moves behind the words and is bought to emotional life through the energy hidden in the words.