silence steals
between all our words
–like a sponge
it expands
filling up the space between
what we say and don’t
quieting even
the slow sounds of our breathing
–where to rest our eyes
our lives are made of silence
we don’t look at each other
our hearts drum drum drum
beating beneath the silence
a silent rhythm
—–
(shadorma, tanka, haiku)
Words and Feathers 
I like the way you pared this down. The result is pleasing to read and pleasing to the eyes. Thanks!
Thank you.
Like the mix … a lovely study of silence!
Thank you.
The Shadorma and Tanka worked well together. I love your poem about silence. I want the silence at times when there is noise. But the silence you speak of brings on a sadness. When you can’t fill the silence when you wish or don’t know how to fill the silence, it is sad. A meaningful poem. – jk
Thanks!