The Quiet
An Imitation Poem of Jennifer Moxley's, "Dividend of the Social Opt Out"
By Cassidy DavisPublished 7 years ago • 1 min read
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How nice it is to listen. To not speak a word.
The words of which always cause one problem
or another. I don’t miss it, not one bit.
Speaking, my not-missed foe, begone.
How brilliant is this silence
I can hear my own mind;
in it, the thought that silence is beauty
and beauty exists here, permeates.
How kind one must be to allow this nothingness;
to listen to the empty silence and simply exist.
I can hear the water droplets drip-dropping down the side of the tub
as I look up at the dirty ceiling in wonder, in silence.
How terrible it is to speak and not be heard;
to speak and be spoken over.
I live in silence, existing in it,
because no one has allowed me to speak.
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