Silence
when I need you most
while drenched petals fall
under feeble moonlight
from rose-shrubs uprooted,
tumbleweeds blown
by the howling wind —
Would I need the finger-
touch of nail-prints, my hand
upon your side to know
You are here
somewhere in this garden
as I tread upon the flooded grass,
pellet drumbeats
drown
the silence that taunts
when I need you most.
by D. G. Vachal © 2016
Photography credit: by gnuckx @ Flickr Commons
Thank you for this! I heard that you have another book coming out; we’d like to host you for a book talk either November or December. (Or even after the first of the year!)
Sue
Miss Sue, I was at your church last week talking to the JOY group. Heard you name as a birthday. Congratulations late. As always, I would love to come to Rocky Mount.
I understand exactly, deep inside I need silence, peace, fresh air, and my garden…
Beautiful writing – most moving and deep.
When I need some silence I go outside and pull weeds. No one joins me there!!
I know exactly what you mean.