In Those Small Silences

In Those Small Silences

 

Nobody ever heard my sobbing in the small silences

of my voice, thinning through the smallest echoes finding

 

absences in corners of my mouth that everybody saw straining

appropriately for gesturing a greeting…

 

but the struggle has never been far enough to ever be convincing enough

to convey enough of happy in a smile.

 

I must admit, as I warily greet the somebody in the mirror,

it does appear strangely beneath my dreary eyes as would something faulty I

attempted to piece or string together or weave

 

In a time when light left me only in darkness’ scarcity

And left me to grieve while lonely.

 

If anybody can hear sobbing in those small silences

where absences appear in a smile,

set out to find the child.

 

She weeps upon the closet’s floor.

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Asha Gowan

I am an aspiring poet, novelist, musician, visual artist, and a die hard jazz enthusiast (partial to writing). I did not have a choice in the matter as both of my parents are creative to the core. Van Gogh beautifully painted the artist's portrait with his words: "The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others." I've made that ideal the primary catalyst for my work. Born as one of nature's esthetes, beauty is the goal of every song, every poem, every piece of art. Beauty that will touch the hearts and minds of others. I try to design my art to be healing and empathetic. I study and find intriguing people of all kinds, which informs a lot of my insights. I've drawn inspiration on the art of positivity, of spiritual uplifting from writers like Throeau, John Muir, Ohiyesa (Charles Eastman), the psalmist David, etc. Seeking a unique verve in my style, I make thorough investigations of all sorts of art and challenge myself to the hilt for the growth of my ingenuity. I am eager to share my musings with everyone here and wish to disseminate them. Thank you!

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