Silence Has No echo

 

Silence has no echo

Silence has no Echo

Nor any rippling effect

–Lucille A La Roche to Nancy Ndeke in a scintillating discussiion

of Lucille’s post of Mya Angelou’s poem “Phenomenal Woman” on Jan 11, 2022

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Silence Has No Echo

 

H. W. Bryce

 

Silence is a cave, sheltered from the breeze,

Hiding from the rumour, hiding from the tease,

Silence is the sound of fear, silence stifles every tear,

Silence hides from bullies where no one else can hear.

 

Silence has no echo

Silence sends no ripple out

Silence holds its feelings in

No one hears that secret thought

No one reacts to its needful call

No one floods the schoolhouse hall.

 

No one tries to stop the slap

No one bites his tongue or contradicts

The hurtful verbal smear

For silence sends no echo out

No ripples sent to reveal the doubt.

Silence launches no defence, silence wields no clout.

 

There is no echo to that silent prayer,

There is no ripple to spread the word of fear,

Silent in its cave, the echo huddles down,

Stifles its own voice and life never breathes fresh air.

No one witnesses the fall of stresssed-out tear,

Life wilts in airless cave, hope never does appear.

 

Courage must be born before courage can

Come to the aid of muted echo’s pain,

A ripple needs a pebble, to start toward the dawn

Before there can be any sort of gain.

 

Silence needs a voice, the truth of that is plain,

We need to learn to read the silent brail,

We need to lure the silence out from its silent cave,

We need to hear that silent echo send the ripples out

For healing love to hear that call        scream it out.

 

Cave life is isolation, and isolation

Writes upon its own cave wall,

And nobody ever sees it

Till long after they are gone,

For silence sends no echo,

Silence sends no ripple out

To meet the breaking of the dawn

Where helping hands await

To erase that killing hate…

To free the silence from its chains.

 

For silence has no song

And silence makes no tune

Silence has no echo

Silence sends no ripples out

Silence must be broken

To let the prisoner out.

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Image: https://pixabay.com/fr/illustrations/homme-destruction-double-exposition-1519665/

Nancy Ndeke said:

this is equally phenomenal, a befitting response to the amazing piece by Maya.

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Judge at 6th Rabindrinath Tagore Awards - International - English Poetry Contest Author of Ann, A Tribute, and Chasing a Butterfly, A story of love and loss to Acceptance with the poetry of Alzheimer's and poetry for everybody. Appears in anthologies in Canada, US, India, Mexico and Bolivia. Poetry in Ekphrastic Review and NWriteers International Networeworld Review. Member of Federation of BC Wrters, Royal City Literary Society, and Holy Wow Poets Canada. Member Writers International Network: Distinguished Poet, Distinguished writer.
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