The Silence Is a Lion Hunting

by Teri T Lahmon

in a din of weeping
poised in a cacophony of missing hope
lost laughter
and the muted thumping of a traumatized heart
a perfect silence lies still
hunting the edge of memory
anxious to snatch at the sound of your voice
glut itself on our sweet nothings
and slurp the smell of your hair
into its deep greedy maw

its stomach will swell
on your secret smile
and i will be left
staring in wonderment at strange shadow shapes
aching for something lost
unable to wrap my mind around
that strange emptiness
the sucking vacuum
wondering what star exploding in my soul
left such a hungry nothingness


Posted on 09/16/2004
Copyright © 2022 Teri T Lahmon

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ashok Sharda on 09/16/04 at 02:59 PM

yes, the silence is impregnant with what is, which sounds so loud.

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