by lil

After four shares on my comment, it seems I should do this. Here goes:

Sometimes we want to speak up, but a glance hushes us. We have something to say, but shyness hushes us. Maybe we want to tell someone that we like them (eightbitsamurai's sister, for example) but fear hushes us. Maybe we live in a repressive regime and oppression hushes us. These are some of the things that -- on the run -- I thought of when I read mk's little poem this morning:

   I changed
  filter
  mute
  hush
       to:
  hush
  filter
  mute

What do you associate with the power of hush in your poetic life?

I'll let this roll around in my mind for a while.

rezzeJ Complexity _refugee_ humanodon and the, ever sardonic, flagamuffin --- and everyone else who has a heart of poetry...