Carpe Diem Haiku *Silence*

Silence. Between sentences. When breath can be heard and the last letters of the word are still lingering in the air. With the tones of what has been said, mixed with the ones yet to come. Like the grass among the flowers in a meadow, “connecting” them in more than just one way. Making them a part of one whole small complete universe that bursts in more colours than a rainbow. A combination of strong feelings and all the rolling thoughts that have gathered together. Because of what you have told. Or the way you have said it. How you have found exactly the right letters for the words to become alive.

I read and…there comes that moment. Of silence. While storming emotions are just about to whirl down gently, still vibrating like a string of a violin after the last chord. Right before the powerful wave of applauses. Trying to find the right place back where my heart feels so right. Because of what you have just given. It’s a sign of being touched. Deeply. By your thoughts. An idea. Even if just a word. Touched by your laugh. Or sigh. A silent one.

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your last sentence
still echoes in silence of
my empty room

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Carpe Diem Haiku Kai