Still Life with Silence
Not two, but one,
invisible
and stretched between
stump and fence,
filled with
time, defining
implication. Empty
the pitcher. Accept
its limitations.
Listen to what is not.
“Still Life with Silence” first appeared here in October 2016.
O at the Edges 
So many interpretations of “still life” competing in my head! Provocative phrase – and you add to that with the “not two, but one” – fascinating – I am listening to this poem for what is “not” yet (perhaps therefore) is “still life”.
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It is one of those phrases laden with possibilities, and I couldn’t resist using it.
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I love the possibilities you make it possible to realize limitation makes possible — not the least of which is discerning your voice in a stretch of silence.
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Limitation is a wonderful tool – within limits. 🙂
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Quite right.
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Listening to what is not can be a restful relief. Enjoyed your poem.
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It can indeed, Sabra. Thank you.
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This is beautiful and profound and simple at the same time. Pretty sure you achieved your goal in writing it!
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Thank you very much!
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Simply thought-provoking
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Thanks, Derrick.
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All my drawing teachers told us to pay close attention to the negative space. (K)
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Which I suppose could be said to resemble silence.
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That’s what I was thinking.
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Great minds, and all that! 🙂
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