2am and she calls me ’cause I’m still awake.
“Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?
I don’t love him…winter just wasn’t my season.”
– Anna Nalick, Breathe
.
It falls soft
on everything,
makes even harsh
seem beautiful:
barren ground,
passing time,
barbed wire fence;
especially in the hush
of 2am sigh
………………-lence.
.
prompted by dVerse.
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Oh my word, I love that song to pieces. Along with your title. Of course, you’re talking to me (or about me). It says, “The Significance of S, NOW.” You’re telling me to forget the past and enjoy the moment.
This is the first time your “sigh-lence” word split has created “sigh-leans” for me. In this context, it is so beautiful; isn’t that exactly what girlfriends do? Lean on each other while sighing? Sometimes the words just won’t come; it’s just pain seepage via deep breaths and extraordinary tears.
I love what snow represents here. A covering so that the ground doesn’t have to do anything. We all need to not have to “grow and show” ourselves beautiful all the time. Sometimes we just need a break for withering, but that blanket sure is nice. That’s what a friend is. A warm covering when we’re feeling at our worst.
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
THAT SNOW DOES…AND MORE! 🙂
Ohhh, so lovely.
Nice play on the sigh-lence. The barb wire fence adds and interesting texture as well. Snow covers all our sins and rough places eh. But it just makes 2 AM all th emore silent.
Beautifully penned. Love sigh-lence!
beautifully written! clever ending!
Great poem, full of atmosphere! I too like the ending.
** This sparkles **
Sigh lence this is indeed how the word sounds to our hearts. Wonderfully penned. I love snow, especially at night and this speaks of it so wondrously.
Sigh-lence… lovely!
Ahh… but it’s only temporary… before the plows come out and the wildlife start creeping. And yet the beauty is astonishing.
Snow is a dangerous blonde–bitch, lovely to look at, but pure evil to live with or Drive-In; clever well thought out piece, with yes, a killer close /especially in the hush/of a 2am sigh/-lence/.
I really love the “ah” sounds used, particularly in the first two lines, that set the stage for the sigh/lence. The “hush” towards the end also softens the earlier “harsh”ness to ease the reader into a night-time zen. Your usage of sound is always entertaining.
That sigh-lence really says it all about the gentleness of winter nights,
sigh-lence is brill-lence… okay, that didn’t work – brilliance. 🙂
Yes, there’s nothing quite like that silence of deep night.
I think that night with the large snow flakes covering the world’s sins – gives me hope for the ensuing days.
“of 2am sigh
………………-lence.”…ah…fantastic…
Ah.. snow.. the transforming power of silk lattice angels falling on the rust of barbed war fences.. does bring a peaceful delight to the soul of human.. perhaps peace as well.. in not warring ways..:)
But what a beautiful mantle for 2am to hide within… Very well written
I haven’t experienced snow but from your poem it must be very pretty and comforting. Beautifully conveyed!