A Noble Silence

A NOBLE SILENCE

The winds howl stung
like a babble
of boisterous children

freshly released
from their desks enslavement –

eyes smart and ears burn,
tears stain
our cheeks, our words

disintegrate –
each futile utterance
yields

to the elemental
sound and fury.
We battle on

maintain a noble silence.

 

Malcolm Evison

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One Response to A Noble Silence

  1. penny says:

    Another winner, Mal. Having heard you recite your poetry, I only have to read some, to hear your voice. Thank you.

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