Some conversations linger in the room
when spoken words already disappeared
through cracks in walls and floors,
hiding in layers of wallpaper, in carpets.

The air is thicker, the silence too loud.
If you would enter the room now
the uncomfortable is obvious
but the reason beyond your knowledge.

You open a window to let in fresh air
or you put the heater on higher.
Some conversations are felt by those
not part of it, air still trembling anger.


Comments on: "Lingering" (17)

  1. Oh, so true. And, frankly, my mere thoughts can cause the air to tremble in my solo domain.

  2. Great Ina and so true! I may have missed a few of yours lately. Apologies but life and viruses took over!! L&H xx

    • Hi Christine, thank you and lol yes here the virusses were active as well as you know. Hope you and your husband are both feeling better already! 🙂 L&H xx

  3. I can just hear it crackling.

  4. Can feel your poem, “Lingering”…

  5. Those conversations…those “too loud silences” position us where we would rather not be…you express this so well Ina and are heard by us all…

  6. t h i n g s + f l e s h said:

    brilliantly written, Ina. x tony

  7. those dreadful and awkward conversations very well conveyed in your poem, Ina . Super.

  8. The silent power of our expelled emotions! Nice poem, Ina.

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