POEM: Silence

the scream spiked into existence,
fully formed but unheard,
as from the victim of a slasher film
caught fresh out of the shower

but it couldn’t escape
not one chirp or squeak of it

it tried to ice pick its way out through the chest — “Alien” style
but just became a sharp pain
and a pulse heard in the head

5 Haiku on Silence


harsh silence,
lost beats steal word’s
authenticity

 

silent snows
seen through crossed muntins,
drifting eerily

 

fog resting on
Coconut Grove’s soil until
chased by dawn’s din

 

ridge rows,
in waning shades of gray
end in white void

 

creek burbles
hushed to unheard drips
from icicles