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Pause Bloat [Free Verse]

Posted on June 21, 2022 by B Gourley

A pause hangs in the air
like poison gas.

It threatens to devour
more moments:
good moments,
sacred moments,
moments that could've been something.

It envelops all,
encasing minds in psychic concrete,
entombing thoughts so hushly
that not even the thinker can hear them.

Through the ear-ringing hours,
nothing is said
&
nothing is heard --
not a word or a scream
or unsolicited fashion advice --
nothing but the high tone
that slits through silence.

6 thoughts on “Pause Bloat [Free Verse]”

Lov Verma on June 21, 2022 at 5:28 pm said:

Is there a word like hushly? Or is it poetic licence?

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- B Gourley on June 21, 2022 at 6:08 pm said:
  
  No. Yes [poetic license]
  
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Shashi on June 21, 2022 at 10:28 pm said:

Beautiful lines conveying everything that happens between.

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- B Gourley on June 21, 2022 at 10:43 pm said:
  
  Thanks
  
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Bridgette on June 23, 2022 at 7:23 pm said:

Those last two lines are so good. I really love this poem.

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- B Gourley on June 23, 2022 at 7:54 pm said:
  
  Thank you very much
  
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