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Silence is more beautiful than any song

Magnolia flower bud for silence poem

After the entire restaurant hears a plate crash in the kitchen.

When the final and most devastating insult is slung in an argument.

When there’s an unexpected pause in traffic during rush hour.

When you remember…..

When the buzzard spies a mouse.

When the joke falls flat.

When you’re unexpectedly kissed on the lips.

When the wind dies down.

When you close the door.

When the sun turns red.

When your youngest starts school.

When you turn off the hairdryer.

When the sparkler goes out.

When you reach the end of a book.

When the early spring blossom opens.

When the remote is lost.

When you shed sentimental tears.

When you’ve done everything.

When you hold hands for the first time.

When the purring cat falls asleep.

When the dreaming dog wakes up.

When you turn a corner.

When you’re waiting for the result.

When the grass is cut and the mower stops.

When you hold a hug.

When you flick the switch.

When you’ve screwed up the wrapper of the last quality street.

When you just don’t know what to say.

pink cherry blossom for poem about silence

Addendum: This is the result of one of the writing exercises we recently did at Writers’ Group. We were each given a page from an old tear-out page per day calendar that had a quote or saying at the top of each date. We could pick one of the sayings on them to inspire whatever we wrote that week. I picked one with the title of this blog post, and this is what I came up with in half an hour. If you run a writers’ group or are just looking for inspiration if writers’ block has hit, then this is a good idea to get those creative juices flowing, as they say!

This is just the thing: 

If you’re a writer, how do you get over those writer’s blocks moments? Or are you never stuck for an idea?

 

Linking with #Saturdaysharelinkup at Not Dressed as Lamb.

 

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