Saturday, June 2, 2018

Passive Honesty

Aggressive silence
Can become a passive honesty:

Nothing good to say?

Yet the absence of sound
Still speaks — a reluctant town crier
With a cloak pulled tight,
Sharing the news.

Your latest ode,
Perhaps a landscape,
Maybe a haunting tune
Or a frenzied enactment
Of something almost real.

Everyone yearns
For universal appeal.

Some tell you
What you need to hear
And hopefully that’s the truth.

Others say nothing,
And you ponder
If it is you — or perhaps
The muted response
Stems from other issues
That clogged their witness artery.

What matters
Is that you clean the brush
And begin the next canvas.

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