Written for:  The Twiglets  #47 – “it was quiet”

It was quiet
as a room
with television turned off.

It was quiet
as the first hush
of fallen snow.

After an episode
of uncontrolled tears,
an uneasy quiet ensue.

Her mind screams
for quiet.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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5 Responses to Quiet

  1. julespaige says:

    I have had those moments. Often wondering if I were the only one…
    Your poetic words show that we all have such trials.
    And that actually brings some reilef in the knowing.
    If we could only be around the corner to bring comfort.


  2. Misky says:

    The quiet after tears. Yes. A hollow quiet.


  3. whimsygizmo says:

    love that hush of fallen snow…


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