Silence

This week the topic of WQWWC is silence

Silence is golden, say wise people. The significance of silence is most appreciated when you’re at the receiving end of a silent treatment. My late father never scolded us or got angry with any of us. He would become silent. We would rake our brains to remember what we did wrong. And when we realized where we erred, we would go to him and apologized. His silence truly said what his words never did.

My heart over flowed with words unsaid 
What I felt, I could not express in mere words
Words felt inadequate to describe what I was feeling
And I couldn’t insult those feelings by using mundane words
Ever faced Those eyes which spoke volumes 
Even though the lips remained silent
They begged you to understand without the need to say it aloud
And if you’ve missed the chance to listen to that silent appeal,
You will regret it for all time to come
For those lips won’t utter the words that might have
Helped you understand that pain in their heart.

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Written for; WQWWC #49 – Topic Silence hosted by Marsha

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59 thoughts on “Silence

  1. I’m on the fence with this one. My Father used to punish us with silence. He wouldn’t speak to you for weeks. It was quite debilitating. He hasn’t spoken to my brother for 30 odd years now. I’m not a fan of silence.

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  2. What a wonderful post, and ode to silence. We learn so much about ourselves and humanity when we are silent. Oh, and when I was growing up, my mom would be silent when there was an issue. We knew then…haha. 😅

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  3. I am learning to be silent and still. Trying to silence thoughts is still a challenge. I need to practise meditation more often maybe. Slowing down and being still has definitely helped me to see the beauty in life. Beautiful post

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  4. “My heart over flowed with words unsaid
    What I felt, I could not express in mere words
    Words felt inadequate to describe what I was feeling
    And I couldn’t insult those feelings by using mundane words ” Such a beautiful thought, exactly how I feel when I am emotional. Words can’t come – the feelings don’t have words. Thanks for your post, Sadje. I also love the story of your father’s reprimand. It reminds me of my grandfather. How much we love those men who DON’T use their words to show their anger or disapproval.

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