Caustic and toxic silences
Scream with cowardly cadences.
Sulking, skulking coyotes
round the campfire,
Shadows, darting in
and nipping at my heart.
Worrying teeth and gnashing jowls
behind which hides…what?
Cowardice?
Callousness?
Cowardice?
Who knows,
for silence rules like Stalin
Over a bleak and barren land
from which the songbirds
have gone, have fled
before the Glower and Growl
of Self…
of Silence.
There are silences that kneel,
silences that cover over a multitude.
Silences that fall like snow
and make all things pure
and new and whole.
But this silence is
the nasty Hangover Sweat
of one drunk on self
and laying waste to the land…
yipping
kipping
howling
nipping
ripping.
Suffering has voice but
Silence, dumb and gibbering
in its self indulgence
Towers over all.
Charissa's Grace Notes 
Striking words and images. Beautiful as ever ❤️
Did you get my e-mail last week? Worried that it went to spam … Thus appearing like I’ve been silent. Xo
Hahaha!! I was jus texting you!! ❤
I know!!! How cool is that ❤️
and it allus thrills me when you like my stuff btw…moving back to txting now
I don’t like your stuff…I love it 🙂
I don’t get over here near as often as I’d like. But soon – my life (workload) is changing for the better. So awesome to connect this morning. Love you ❤️
You too 💞 💞