Poets United Midweek Motif: Silence

For Poets United Midweek Motif – Silence

The silence after the argument between us was devastating –
like the silence after an F-5 tornado –
trailers were coming to that last roll,
electrical wires were still buzzing and popping.
We sat on opposite sides of the fireplace –
burning its warmest friendliest best
but we were not to be lured into its trap.
We were imprisoned inside my house by the snow –
I wanted you gone and you wanted to be gone.
All civility between us was shattered.
I made myself a cup of hot chocolate –
with a bit of bourbon and offered you none.
The snow fell silently
and steadily outside.
I sipped from my mug.
At last the cats came out of hiding.

27 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. magicalmysticalteacher
    Nov 08, 2017 @ 15:40:17

    This kind of silence I could do without!


  2. X
    Nov 08, 2017 @ 15:44:32

    Oy. I hate that kind of silence. And you know you should probably apologize. And they should probably apologize but no one wants to give. Pride. Ugh.

    It was a cute touch to include the cats coming out of hiding. Ha. I wonder what they think of us at times.


  3. Susan Chast
    Nov 08, 2017 @ 15:54:08

    Wow! That cup of chocolate hurts, it really hurts. Fine poem!


  4. annell4
    Nov 08, 2017 @ 16:09:25

    Oh…I hate that silence after…sometimes there is no way back. Later, we wonder what was that all about? It was of so little importance, yet, I knew I could have killed you and you could have killed me.


  5. Sherry Marr
    Nov 08, 2017 @ 17:36:43

    I can feel that prickly silence……….and love that the cats finally came out from under the furniture……..


  6. Sherry Marr
    Nov 08, 2017 @ 17:36:59

    p.s. and now I want some hot chocolate!


  7. Victoria C. Slotto
    Nov 08, 2017 @ 17:42:16

    Ouch. Don’t need that kind of silence. Hopefully the cat eased tensions a bit. Our dogs seem to know when we are a bit at odds and do something to break the ice–which always melts quickly anyway. The problem with that kind of silence is the noise that is going on inside.


  8. Marja
    Nov 08, 2017 @ 20:39:48

    That was loud silence the one I know too I love your last line ” At last the cats came out of hiding which speaks volumes


  9. thotpurge
    Nov 08, 2017 @ 20:40:34

    That ovaltine with bourbon sounds perfect for that terrible situation!


  10. oldegg
    Nov 08, 2017 @ 23:20:30

    It appears that there was no doubt that the two should part, made more urgent by the weather preventing that from happening. Better a break like this which appears to be final than a long drawn out separation where so much time and effort would be wasted.


  11. angieinspired
    Nov 09, 2017 @ 00:23:17

    civility shattered. even with a warm mug in front of a toasty fire. ah, what a shame.


  12. Sumana Roy
    Nov 09, 2017 @ 00:36:12

    You did a good thing by having that hot chocolate, & ignoring the other one, if it was the final parting. Must say that the cat had a good sense of time. lol!!


  13. Khaya Ronkainen
    Nov 09, 2017 @ 00:39:12

    Awkward silence usually feel like a lifetime. What a pity that even when the weather could not produce some kind of civility between the two characters!


  14. John Buchanan
    Nov 09, 2017 @ 11:56:39

    Wow, you paint the picture so well, superb.


  15. hypercryptical
    Nov 10, 2017 @ 14:12:59

    Oh those awful silences that make your chest wall ache as you seethe with anger, and nothing seems forgivable.
    Clever cats waiting until the time was right.
    Anna :o]


  16. MNL
    Nov 17, 2017 @ 13:14:20

    wow, pretty strong. good writing!


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