BREAKING THE SILENCE : NO MORE



Glass shattered a
Saturday afternoon tea ~

Silence holds steady
black fleeced momentum
for its own ripping
when lightning as whipping
fire from Heartbeat of
Sun slashes its Void
loudness to tumble
wounds of wisdom
weeping slow dirty tears
~ tears telling stories
of biting burns inserting
into silent flesh of
tense waiting before
window panes were
smashed with stone
duck docile ornaments
on late afternoons
of rampant rage
silence holding a blank
white canvas for dripping
blood when no car to
hostile hospitals stood
in an oiled-stained
garage

Bookshelves tumbled
poems torn to sheds
laundry strewn about
glass splinters in sink
of unwashed dishes
silence slithered into
dried out stewpot
waiting for maniacal
tsunami to cremate
emotions tweezering
them from dna
soiled in possessive
prisons ridiculed ~
a father brought a
casserole dropped
dashing dish fled
wolf howls fierce
voice boxes cringing
where was cub ?
listening to other dread
dramas oblivious in
fantasy land on
a smaller screen or
maybe gymnasting
with coloured
ribbons satin

Faraway Divinity spoke
in all pervasive silence
on testing timeline taut
taciturn holding my breath
to His nostrils silencing
a billion billion sound
frequencies, informing
that I will choose to
brave open fear
cracked lips for bright
blissed Love

My lashes He crafted
brushed His breathy
silence with sparkling
assent for missions of
courage I traversed
embraced by solitude ~
elephants, baboons
monkeys and lizards
observing in pure
stillness whilst across
listening forest moss
waves I deciphered
Michael Jackson’s
“They Don’t Care
about Us”

Here I wear my Silence
a white daisy cloak from
heavenly dew fields
luminosity which dare
not be torn as wild
lies hop chaotic across
dark doom
a spiderweb fibre it can
chameleon transmute
into gentle streams to
soothe that which itself
hides for right timing
a first bud of red rose
birthing delicacy
benign waters over
pebble backdrops
silence birthing
gurgling rivulets

A nut muffin maker
feeding jealousy
deceit, shame, guilt
indecision, escapism ~
all swampy keys to
stagnant quagmires
will too utter her
Heart’s shadowed light
breaking the silence
of mothers’ egoic
ignorant invisibility
as I silently breathe

Quiet my petaling
garment breaks open
writhing silences
regurgitating quantum
memories incubated
in waiting cell fertility
for decades perhaps
centuries
marching journeys of souls
through wars conquering
ancient lands, majestic
mountains, raucous
seas, ports, spices
when women with babes
waited in anguished
longing for men to taste
their honey in silence
hot crusted bread
speaking truths of
labouring backs bent
wooden tables cracked
cows chewing cuds
what could be a
more knowing
silence ?

Now wafered
soundlessness
is lamb soft yet
diamond piercing
diamonds raw
a spiralling lark
offering lucid tones
as harmony cupped
in two musing wings
to ascend where it
can quintessentially
quiver questing,
hover in expectant
silence for another
quiescent mission

©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2025