Wednesday 4 February 2015

Dwindling Words


Meloncholy (1894)
 Edvard Munch 


There was a time when there was no room for silence.
Words poured one after another in a frenzy.
Now, do you sense like me
That they are dwindling?
Slowing down.
And leaving gaps.
Filled mostly with sighs.
Not all sad
But not all happy?