Silence Grew by Kristina Woodhill I never knew that silence grew a heavy heavy sound that weighs upon my waiting ears a pulsing kind of pound I never knew eternity of missing you comprised the losing of your family as well a sad surprise I never knew that silence grew with vining twining speed that muffles as it crushes messaged words with casual ease the fragrance of the russian olive wafts in through our screen and shares its late spring message of the life its flowers send the clover makes our fields blush pink just now and lures the bees we'll taste their message clearly as we relish rich honey the water in our back ditch flows and soaks with languid ease and sends a deep and satisfying message to our seeds how do I reconcile this world so eager here to share with the growing of a silence from a source once thought to care I never knew a silence grew this cutting knife hearts through I'm thankful now that years ago that this I never knew 05/25/2007 Posted on 05/25/2007 Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 05/25/07 at 04:12 PM Brilliantly written. I can feel the loneliness. Posted by A. Paige White on 05/25/07 at 05:41 PM "the water in our back ditch flows and soaks with languid ease and sends a deep and satisfying message" is my favorite stanza. Beautiful Kristina. to our seeds Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/25/07 at 06:23 PM Although this is a very personal poem, I'm sure its message will haunt any and all who read it as it did me. Well done Kris. Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 05/25/07 at 06:36 PM Hi Kristine. "I never knew that silence grew with vining twining speed that muffles as it crushes messaged words with casual ease" is just one for many wonderful stanzas....but, 'tis my favorite. The whole poem is full of peace and insight. Delighted. Thanks. Posted by Laura Doom on 05/26/07 at 10:30 PM Cognitive dissonance here - wistful air of deprivation nurtures instant breath of gratification...you expire and inspire. Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/27/07 at 12:37 AM The analogy of a nourishing earth around you in contrast to the void left from loss of human contact is so vivid and eloquent. Beautifully written. Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/27/07 at 12:37 AM The analogy of a nourishing earth around you in contrast to the void left from loss of human contact is so vivid and eloquent. Beautifully written. Posted by David Hill on 09/03/07 at 05:59 PM I like the details of the russian olive, the ditch, and the bees, which enrich the feelings. The last lines are a great closer. We wouldn't always be able to enjoy the present, if we could see the ending. Posted by Don Matley on 09/08/07 at 03:32 PM A very nice work. I ave no idea what russn olives are like but this stanza is very sentient and beautiful. I also enjoyed the last stanza's conclusion. Absence may make the heart grow fonder,but lost love is so emptying and suddenly final. Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/09/09 at 03:09 PM I can feel the lonliness and the sadness- very well expressed Good work (as usual) Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/11/09 at 03:41 AM Silence is so powerful. It bears a thousand poems, but yours pierces the heart and begs a sweet antidote of silent listening and loving. Quite a poem, Kristina. Thanks. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)