Communique

pen

Thank you for your recent reply.
Okay, so technically you didn’t respond.
But may I humbly submit that
your nonresponse was, indeed, your reply.

Actions speak louder than words.
Non-action can speak just as loudly.
And your non-message has come through
with absolute clarity.

Silence isn’t always golden.
Sometimes it’s a cheap substitute
for honesty.

So here I sit in silence,
forging ahead with my own inaction,
and wondering to myself
as to whether or not

you’ll get this message
which – of course –
I won’t be sending.


The Daily Post discover challenge: Apology

Chance Encounter

opossum
We met one morning, you and I.
You stood stock-still and watched me
with fear, I think.
Curious, I stood-stock still
so as not to scare you away.

Had you been older
(and less enchanting),
our encounter might have gone
quite differently.

If you felt cornered
you’d bare your teeth,
and hiss a warning
for me to stay away.

You may have tried the ploy
of playing possum,
flat on your side, stiff and unmoving,
eyes closed in mock death.

I might have poked you with a stick,
testing your resolve to continue
this risky gambit.
It would be a long stick and a soft poke,
lest you chose to resurrect.

But as it was, we simply met,
assessed our respective threats,
and finding none, we parted ways.

Should we meet again,
I’ll hold no kind sentiment.
You will sense no familiarity.

Despite our chance encounter,
your innocence and my curiosity,
we are not – and never shall be –
kindred souls.


Discover Challenge: Chance Encounter