Category Archives: Silence

April 28, 2026 · 10:19 pm

Learning – Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Frank is hosting the Haibun with an invitation to write about silence.

dVerse Poets – Haibun – Silence

Photo: Taken at Flat Rock, Augusta, January 2026

Learning

Tide quietly lapping the rock, birds momentarily at rest, no wind worth noting. In this stillness I sit silent, outwardly easy, inwardly not so. No longer hoping the mantra will hold, just rolling with my breath, letting the deep inner self retire just for a second so that nothing is the goal, nothing takes hold. Learning to absorb all the non-verbals of bark and leaf, rock and water, petal and sand. Their example humbles. 

I sit here at Flat Rock becoming tide and resting birds inwardly.

I have nothing I can say or want to say. 

thinking not thinking
nothing here to remember
gladly losing mind

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March 24, 2026 · 10:16 pm

When Is Silence? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lillian is hosting the Quadrille (44 words sans title) with an invitation to write about silence.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Shhhhhhh …. Quiet, Please

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When Is Silence?

Silence,
article indefinite
is not in the silence
not even stillness 
nor in absence,
noise a straw argument
merely  pointer of
non-direction
a throw from scent,
noise  merely a carrier 
the silence within 
intertwined 
always present
when we are absent
to our shadow self.



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February 28, 2026 · 11:46 pm

What Colour Is Silence? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: taken in April, 2025 at Lake Campion, Nungarin 


What Colour Is Silence?

What colour 
is silence,
does it imply 
darkness
or light,
could it be 
anything - 
a knowing look
screaming red
quiet soft blue
grey like winter sky,
would make sense
if it were a forest
so green
or brown, when it all
turns to … you know 
what I mean,
is it the deep inside 
of a nautilus beyond
the sound of oceans,
or the crimson of 
my heart mid pulse
I’m not sure,
what colour is silence?





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