Exile

Exile

When silence was banished,
sent into oblivion, hiding between
each sound wave, wary of discovery,
now surplus – a waste
of time and space
derided as unproductive –
it lay dormant,

no longer there to reflect
the moment before,
wanted or not,
best ignored, passed over
lest it judge, question
accuse –
slow down life.

Still silence survives,
sneaking into lives as
insidious peace,
unwanted quiet,
calming angst and haste,
ambushing the unwary
with sudden serenity.

(Exile is a poem from my book Silence…)

About George Fripley
I am a writer who enjoys writing humour, satire, poetry and sometimes a bit of philosophy. I live in Perth, Western Australia and occasionally get a poem or article published. It's all good fun! I have two books available for unwary readers, Grudges, Rumours and Drama Queens- The Civil Servant's Manual (This contains all that anybody could ever want to know about why government runs so slowly) and More Gravy Please! - the Politician's Handbook. (available through Amazon)

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