In Lieu of Flowers, Reticence
by April Pittman
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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my voice will fill these moments
paused seconds waiting to be heard
play buttons quivering with anticipation
though your ears might not receive it
with the outcry of joy that I imagine
as I read the prewritten words
into the tiny microphone's cavity
and tell myself that I send a replica
of the giddy, monotone, child-like love
that I've planted in the trenches
of my staunchly protected delusions
still my voice will hang suspended
in that mystical place of silence
where things could be heard
a place where things may be heard
but with no one there to listen
who could ever be sure
maybe your indifference should sadden me
instead I choose to believe in magic
to ascribe to your lack of attention
the ability to make us eternal
somewhere between my deceptive lips
and your unreceptive ears
this poem will wait forever
for just the chance to be heard
and thus you and I will always exist
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|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|So many silences exist between two (or many) in relationships: the passion that needs no words, the comfortable at ease, the temporarily strained, the permanently damaged and impossible to revive...
you set me off here, April, with a voice crying in the wilderness...and as Erin says the ending is outstanding.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I do very much love and appreciate your style of poetry, April; and I can relate to what you have expressed via your verses in this fine poem. Love, peace, and best wishes,
|Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen
|Exquisite, April! I couldn't agree more... with the message, the rhythm, the words and the fillagrees of syllabic sound. Sighs included. Outstanding ending..
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen