I have never known complete
silence. Just pin pricks in the backdrop
of white noise, where darkness seeps
into quiet moments. Memories rain
into my never empty mind, daydreams creep
up and worry at my imagination like dogs with bones,
persistent ringing of the telephone, or the doorbell.
Traffic passes, sirens echo in the distance.
At the bottom of the garden, on the moorings,
there’s a man tapping as he fixes his boat
and his radio blares.
My heart pounds, blood pulses in my ears
and I long for that ephemeral moment, when I hear
Kim M. Russell, 2018
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar with silence
Björn is our host this Thursday and he says it’s time to talk about silence in poetry. The special silence filled with rhythm and meaning. The caesura. A pause to breathe, to accentuate the meaning.
Björn wants us to focus our writing on these pauses and make them visible. We can take an old or a new poem and mark the pauses with double bars or write a new poem and focus on punctuation to mark the pauses. He says it would be great if we added some notes or a comment on how we think silence and caesurae should be best expressed. I took a phrase from a recent haiku and developed it into a longer poem, separating words and phrases after punctuation by adding tabs, to convey the silence between white noise and other sounds.