The Silence Fog Brings

I like the muted sounds, the shroud of grey, and the silence that comes with fog.~Om Malik

Palpable dark thickens night cold and wet
grass glistens by porchlight, no sunrise yet.
Forecaster’s fog is just a threat. No stars
and muted crickets’ songs are squeaky bars

of music-whispers that I strain to hear
beyond the whine of highway traffic gears.
Untangle dreams and pray heard are my pleas
for, someday soon, a found sanctuary

in a splendor of silence, solitaire
gem in a setting by myself somewhere
to shiver, ground and breathe, assimilate
these months of episodes constant heartache

malicious dissonance like cruel whips
flogging the triggered til we come to grips.
Tragedy chilling the notes our lips sing
in these minor keys autumn’s coloring.

Inspired by: Episode, Splendour, Chilling, Shiver and Palpable.

Featured image: Yesterday’s song, here is that rainbow I’ve been praying for.~Jimmy Cliff

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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