Void
Connecticut Public Void Silence softly slips in— a pickpocket of noise— lifts the clatter of life clean. It smirks, pockets your punchlines, leaves you holding breath like debt. Even your thoughts whisper, afraid to wake it with ideas— that smug, velvet void with better timing than you. ----- This Quadrille (44 word poem) shared with the strong silent types over at DVerse Poets Pub. ©2026 Christopher Reilley I would love to know what you thought about this piece. Please consider leaving a comment.
