Monday Poetry Train-Silence

Silence

How was your day
    We ask
Expecting that oh-so
    Standard reply.
We go about our
    Evening’s tasks-
Dinner, homework
    A child’s bath
And bedtime story.

And we accept.

We settle in front of
    The television.
What looks good
    He asks.
Anything, doesn’t
    Matter.
We watch documentaries on
   Ancient Egypt
Or fill the empty space in
   Our thoughts
With mindless movies.

And we accept.

Where once we argued,
   Passionate
In our facetious attempts at
   Seeking life’s answers-
Reality has become a
   Relentless beast
That devours all our
   Youthful reverie
And now spits it out
   As silence.

And we accept.

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About Rinda Elliott

Writer.I love unusual stories and credit growing up in a family of curious life-lovers who moved all over the country. Books and movies full of fantasy, science fiction and romance kept us amused, especially in some of the stranger places. For years, I tried to separate my darker side with my humorous and romantic one. I published short fiction, but things really started happening when I gave in and mixed it up. When not lost in fiction, I love making wine, collecting music, gaming and spending time with my husband and two children. I’m represented by Miriam Kriss of the Irene Goodman Agency.
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10 Responses to Monday Poetry Train-Silence

  1. Is this a new one, or one pulled from your files? Very nice.

    “spits it out
    As silence.”

    and it rings in my ears…

  2. julia says:

    I love the pacing of this poem, the repeating line “and we accept.” And the photo along with it really puts another twist to the sentiment of the narrator. Wonderful!

  3. relliott4 says:

    Pulled from files. Haven’t had time for new poetry lately with these rewrites. This was written years ago when having two busy little ones at night left us too exhausted for conversation.

  4. rhian says:

    i think this is a very strong poem Rinda and speaks loudly (no pun intended) about the complacency relationships can slide into – sometimes without even noticing.
    Especially liked:
    Reality has become a
    Relentless beast
    That devours all our
    Youthful reverie

  5. This describes my marriage at times. And then there’s lately, when I think that we’ll never slide back into this — although I know better.

  6. Ann says:

    Cool poem, great images. Loved this: “Or fill the empty space in/ Our thoughts/With mindless movies.”

  7. Love it, Rinda!

    Really depicts how silence (indifference) can be much more tragic than passionate argument!

  8. Ooh, baby, that hits a little too close to home. Time to cancel the Dish Network and take away Mr. Robin’s sudoku book…

  9. sniv says:

    Oh, I really like this one. I agree with Julia about the pacing. The rhythm fits the tone so nicely. And it’s something anyone who’s been in a long enough relationship can relate to.

  10. relliott4 says:

    Yeah, we’ve been together a long time and it’s easy to become complacent– sometimes it seems that women long for that early passion more often than men. I’m not saying it’s gone, it isn’t–but there seem to be a lot more silent evenings. Course, I didn’t marry a talker… heh heh

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