Polite Conversations
Silence was our language.
The initial silences, tentative
with jabs of conversation.
The joys, surprisingly recursive;
Mutual pleasures, shared elation.
The amiable silences that we shared
musing over news, writing, a song,
or what bursts of confidence had bared.
Silences often lengthy, but never too long.
The bitter silence of fights,
and of mutual recrimination
Musing over imagined slights;
sudden, joyous reconciliation.
Silence was our language.
Our talk is now of weather and such topics, cursory;
We cannot reclaim the silence we chose.
The conversations now are detailed, desultory;
our love has been struck verbose.
The initial silences, tentative
with jabs of conversation.
The joys, surprisingly recursive;
Mutual pleasures, shared elation.
The amiable silences that we shared
musing over news, writing, a song,
or what bursts of confidence had bared.
Silences often lengthy, but never too long.
The bitter silence of fights,
and of mutual recrimination
Musing over imagined slights;
sudden, joyous reconciliation.
Silence was our language.
Our talk is now of weather and such topics, cursory;
We cannot reclaim the silence we chose.
The conversations now are detailed, desultory;
our love has been struck verbose.
Me first! Me first!
Lovely, this line particularly
'Silences often lengthy, but never too long'
Posted by
ammani |
January 15, 2006 5:09 PM
:)
And a nicer first comment couldn't have been wished for.
Welcome, lady.
:)
Posted by
?! |
January 15, 2006 5:26 PM
"Musing over imagined slights"
Loved it!
Posted by
Chetan |
January 16, 2006 4:31 AM
Beautiful.
Posted by
GratisGab |
February 02, 2006 2:40 AM
nice. i am speechless..now what kinda silence is that?
Posted by
Alpha |
February 04, 2006 9:11 PM