Gravity Of The Unspoken

Ask and wait

“…the insolent quietness of stone. The tides are in our veins…” — Robinson Jeffers (Continent’s End)

Gravity, what is it?

When the hours tick like whole worlds…

Is poetry not a means of transport?

Jeffers’ words move slow, like stones or tides

Spheres that only Night’s silence can hear

Chasms of silence lie between words and events

war is not spoken at the dinner table

so many deaths go unnoticed, without comment

elephant cut, dissected, never talked about

an apple halved, core, entrails browning

stars don’t exist for those who don’t notice

black holes exist least for those who talk about them

a single face at the comedy is in tears

does what is not seen not exist?

ask the silence Herself

ask, and

wait.

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Thank you for reading. Also thank you to the team at Move Me Poetry for considering my piece for their publication. Here are two more poems 👇