From the Archive.

Silence, I know you


so well—you are like

a lover, a forgotten damsel

from a forgotten history.


But, tell me, when was the last

time I wrote about you?


Don’t take me wrong—

I didn’t mean to hurt you,

nor ignore you.


Even now I sit by the window,

thinking about you, 

finding you 

in the flight of birds

from one branch to another,

and with their songs,

breaking this silence-filled air.


Still, I lose myself in you,

and melt in this grey evening.


As images of their fragile bodies,

slender feet, little beaks 

flit across my mind,

I think of my favorite verse—

The art of losing isn’t hard to master

whisper it

three times

until breath becomes air.


Silence, my quiet lover,

I always think of you—

your soft memories,

your dreamy voice,

your tender touch—

until losing you becomes 

a disaster that’s too hard 

to master.



Poetry by Yayāti
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Written on 2019-11-17 at 16:31

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Silence must be the poet's greatest love.

Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
Some might rail against "damsel" for being archaic. I say keep it. It adds to the mood somehow. Skilful allusion to Elizabeth Bishop's villanelle! A very good poem "from the archive"!