Imagery Poem: Silence

Silence is a gloomy darkness,
stretching,
and growing.
A lingering presence,
found only sometimes,
during the day.
Lurking in the corners,
but away from the crowds.
Foreboding and towering,
frightening and discomforting,
when night arrives.

Silence is a dead tree,
lonely, empty, bare.
Chilly against the wind,
it twists and turns.
Casting sinister shadows,
against the bare snow.
Its gnarled branches reach out,
Clawing and grasping,
at the light that reaches it no more.


Silence is a peaceful thought,
fresh,
and comfortable.
Moments of confusion,
moments of panic,
washed away,
by the lulling calmness.
The lapping of waves,
whisper of wind,
echoes soothingly.