The still small voice of silence
she hides right over there
Crouching like a tiger
                             where? 

Sitting eyes fall softly
Breathe… whispers the wind
She speaks a distant purr
And worldly sounds fall dim

Pouncing after random thoughts
Blowing strands whirl
Chasing this way and that
Around me swirl

Darting to and fro
I am the arrow and the target
I sit so still, I let them
I let the chatter go

I watch her chasing, Silence
Little pitter pat
Till quietly she comes to me
And climbs upon my lap

And so I sit with Silence
Divide, rejoin, breathe in
Brushing on my cheeks
Where my heart begins

She is like the air which cannot be held

Glo/NaPoWriMo this is my attempt at a 3-in-1 prompt to catch up on the last few days.
Day 16: A poem about something that cannot speak and what it has taught me
Day 17: Respond to a favorite poem by another poet. I chose You Who Let Yourselves Feel – Rainer Maria Rilke
Day 18: Write a poem that could be a section of a long, dramatic narrative poem. Not sure how much I hit this prompt, but I did include a “tiger for no apparent reason.”
I’m still a bit behind on poems from this past week but catching up here a bit!