Silence is not Quiet
Deafening silence is not an oxymoron
They’re different—
One is a peaceful presence, the other
a deafening absence,
an absence you can’t fill—
That space belongs
to someone who doesn’t want it
but refuses to
terminate the lease.
I find myself at the end
of my rope and wonder,
What the hell
am I doing on a rope?
Who has tethered me
to what? For what reason?
I close my eyes, make a wish,
and let go
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Comments (3)
Beautiful poetry ♦️✍️🏆♦️
Beautifully and painfully truthful — you can feel the depth of silence, emptiness, and release. It’s as if every line breathes between pain and peace.
I am going to tell the truth and nothing but the truth. Her outfit needs to be in style. We should all be wearing this. Lol. 🔊Peaceful presence and deafening absence, very strong description. I felt the extreme of both sides. Refuses to terminate the lease. A double minded moment. 🔊The rope line reminds me of what was held her garment around her. 'What the hell am I doing on a rope' made me giggle. Made me fall in love with this poem. 🔊Your creativity made my own mind give way to me. Your writing is very inspiring, deep and inviting. Outstanding work as always, Harper 🤗❤️🖤