Scarcity of Silences

Silence isn’t depressing
It’s being with yourself, oneself, myself
That’s quality time
I knew it perfectly well

Nature is always present
Like when I used to walk in the woods
I wasn’t alone, I was surrounded
By trees, the forest, the snow melting

There weren’t windows, buildings noise
It was silence glittering and blinking
In terrible moments that were
Beautiful because they felt innate

Flat as a poster I walk this city
Without silence, or a clear mirror
Perhaps without silence, we
Find ourselves wanting everything

And everything we cannot have
I blame too much breeding
As the cause of the scarcity of silence
Dare I say it’s gone extinct?

Poetry takes me back to nature
When all the nature has been stripped
Searched, and taken, sort of how
The world treats a young woman
Who once knew what silence was.

Coffee Haiku Café

Give me that haiku of coffee
For it’s spiteful in the morning
To have to do without
Her breath of South America

Coffee and I start chapters well
And end in poems crashing
Out of the worst dehydration
Tantrums, temper hiccups

Terror-headaches, you should have quit/
I haven’t left coffee on a date yet
She’s pulled me through
A lot of coffee shops, late night

Marathon writing sessions
I’m going out on a limb here
To say that coffee is the only
Drug I’d be afraid to lose

As writing is a long-term relationship
And coffee is the foreplay
Of vengeance and poetry
I’d be indolent and fearful
Without her, I think.