Silenced
by David Ackley
How not to have noticed,
his absence in every crack
in the conversation.
“There is no dialogue
Only parallel monologues.”
Pinching him
smaller and smaller
sentence to phrase to word,
murmur, grunt, nod. He was so
pleased to let us talk
(we thought)
How sweet to be
Enjoyed, to be audienced!
His words then, not quite lost,
like glasses, misplaced
in that place between
lost and found
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Author's Note
As nature abhors a vacuum, writing abhors a lacuna.
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Yes, it was quite surprising to discover such an unfilled space here in our own backyard but "Silenced" has most admirably come to the rescue.*
Your sense of humor is so subtle and sly, David, it almost sings!
Well done.
Ah, voices. How refreshing. One would like to hear more from each and all. And not just about this....
I love "parallel monologues"
Great writing *
Maybe, glasses slinked off to join the orphaned socks; whispers displaced, perhaps.
Thanks, Nice to hear from you Amantine and Foster.
Subtle, yes. *
Thanks, as always, Beate.
By the way, re "parallel monologues," the full quote is from Jacques Lacan...