3 Poems of Silence by David L O’Nan

(c) David L O’Nan

Silence: Your Little Bottle of Wine

In this silence
All that you hear is midnight
The kitchen sink still dripping
Hour after hour...dripping
I lay sweating in a semi-conscious fever
The bombs are still popping,
Bullets still flying
The explosions deafen me to silence
Cuffs me crookedly to the blading seas
I become lonely as the sunshine vaporizes-
from my evergreen pastures.
Will I survive this silence?
Or die once the last tear chokes away my breath?
I'm killed in the boredom
Holding a little bottle of wine and asking for a rapture
Scrape me away with the scum
Cornered me in the darkness
I listen to the liquified poisons talk to me -
as it is being ingested through my bloodstream
I whisper love words to another make-believe-monster 
to fill in the void.
Inches away from licking towards my wounds
"Come here baby, Cuddle me in this silence"
Show me the moonlight in the tunnels
The canyons in which all deities are birthed,
Little bottles of wine broken all over the floor
Let's sleep, sleep, sleep

Silence: The Evenings

The evening arrives like a clashing satellite
To my head
Biting thoughts in raptured clouds
Sweat dripping,
I hear no sound
Silence barks into my auditory nerves
My brain is spinning erratically
Into the stars again
Blood trips, I fear not -
my mind
There are darling breaths
That rub sticks together in my chest
Lucid lungs that make liquid death
When there are recalls, echoes
It is almost like a new prayer
Slightly subtle and less vain
The head now pounding,
The dynamite inside destroys the muscle trains
Moonlight molds
And I crawl back into a malignant meadow.

Silence: The Winds

We smelled of baby breath and rosemary
Dragonflies swarming the prairie
Fluid from our connected union,
The perfect cohesion for a Spring day
Every morning we will now awake to a tri-colored blue
Touch each other's hands
With the sensational nerves on the skin
Make love to the sound of our laughter
Vocal, deep, breathing like a vacuum of wind
Our visions no longer lost in hidden eyes
And you will start your shifting -
In the air where you broke many hearts

Wolfpack Contributor EIC Bios:  David L O’Nan & HilLesha O’Nan

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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