Monday, January 2, 2012

Dead Silence


                                    River, Marina Moevs, 2005

The destruction arrived mute.
Never heard it coming,
although the sharp bladed
prickling around my heart
may have been a clue,
a premonition,
call it intuition,
a reflection of what
was to be…
But I discounted it
and the voiceless bane
crept on in, turning
my thoughts insane.
And the silence, it
hangs like a nimbus gorged
on my unanswered questions.
My core uprooted,
I scatter speculation
like driftwood-combing the
reasons for your
absence, while you
silently cease to exist
in all but memory.

**posting to Magpie Tales and OLM at Real Toads
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14 comments:

  1. Brian MillerJanuary 2, 2012 at 9:50 PM

    the repeat of silence throughout....that so much changed...was destroyed..even without a sound...nice verse, it gives it a depth of feeling...great to see you posting more...smiles.

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  2. MargaretJanuary 2, 2012 at 10:07 PM

    And the silence, it
    hangs like a nimbus gorged

    And the ending was so strong... a real Wow!

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  3. Laurie KolpJanuary 2, 2012 at 10:21 PM

    Cati- Ah... I really like this... especially:

    My core uprooted,
    I scatter speculation
    like driftwood-combing the
    reasons for your
    absence

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  4. Kerry O'ConnorJanuary 3, 2012 at 1:34 AM

    I love this week's picture.

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  5. LynJanuary 3, 2012 at 7:56 AM

    The inner voice must be listened to...so often true..I love the path of this...to freedom, perhaps??

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  6. Janet MartinJanuary 3, 2012 at 10:09 AM

    Beautiful...love the phrase 'voiceless bane'!

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  7. LolamouseJanuary 3, 2012 at 11:12 AM

    Too often we discount those premonitions. I like the feeling of foreboding in this piece, the eeriness of the soundlessness. Very moody.

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  8. Ostensible TruthJanuary 3, 2012 at 12:32 PM

    ah many great lines in this - all of the responses to this photo I've seen have been great, and this is no exception! well done, nice seeing this up at RT

    http://ostensible-truth.blogspot.com/2011/12/on-becoming-foam.html

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  9. Doctor FTSEJanuary 3, 2012 at 2:25 PM

    Very good read. You have used the ruined sheds (few responses did) and have made them a metaphor for human emotions. Great Magpie.

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  10. AnonymousJanuary 3, 2012 at 8:00 PM

    The opening line is marvelously epigrammatic; the entire piece flows easily and effortlessly. Fine piece of writing.

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  11. EllaJanuary 4, 2012 at 9:48 AM

    Wonderful, I loved the mood you painted~
    I saw you visiting Kay and had to say "hi".
    I'm a northern living in NC, :D

    Great imagery; I loved it~ Photo was stunning, too~

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  12. G-ManJanuary 4, 2012 at 11:31 AM

    Caty...
    Your a DAMN fine writer.
    I'd love to see a 55 from you!

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  13. Carrie Van HornJanuary 4, 2012 at 11:44 AM

    A dead silence.....yes a powerful sound indeed....love this Caty!!

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  14. Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson BarryJanuary 4, 2012 at 5:38 PM

    powerful.
    smiles.

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