“shadows of silence”

Written for:  The Twiglets #272 - shadows of silence


At twilight
she visits
her parent's
gravesite.
The shadows
of silence
are of those
who have passed.


They danced
watching their
silhouettes on
the wall–shadows
of silence.


his father walks
down the hall past his room
a shadow of silence


       In the haunted house he heard a voice speak
      Chills ran down his body, the house was bleak.
            He could have run out,
             he let out a shout
     when his friend grabbed him, dressed as a sheik.


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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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7 Responses to “shadows of silence”

  1. Misky says:

    HAHAHA! Love the limerick!

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  2. poetrybydebi says:

    Those first three really get me. I can well image them.

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  3. Jules says:

    I agree the first three are very relateable. The last one – well I’ve been to a few costume parties… but never in a haunted house 😀

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