aw...could feel the deep deep emotion...
I find silence can be so filled with tension... the pause between exhale and inhale.. what a deep well to fall in.
Silence at times can be overwhelming. Beautifully penned!Lots of love,Sanaa
Ooh, I love what you did with "Lassie" (dog/girl) and "pause/paws." Very clever word play.I read this as being about falling in love, but it could easily tell other stories as well. I can also see this, in a weird sort of way, being about a man watching his wife die after child birth, but then, maybe the baby didn't make it either.I see a "silent bet" in there as well, which could add layering.Oh, I've got it. I've settled on my favorite: It's a daddy with his daughter, and she's holding her breath trying to get her way about something silly. And he's lovingly teasing her. :)You're crazy smart to come up with a title that could go with any of those stories. But you DO know how I read it first ... and why I'm still giggling over it.The shorties are still my faves, so thanks for throwing me one every once in a while.
P.S. I did catch that clever "no" Lassie --- just like I caught the "Ha/lellujah" (highlighted by the intentional misalignment) in "Praise" the other day. But I can't very well comment on every single nuance, now can I? :) You know I see it all, though. I think you've figured that out about me by now.Oh, and I like the way you snuck in your name(lessness) in this.
The silence of life between each beat of the heart..for the heart is what keeps us alive and full of life. Sometimes, when I can't sleep I look out my bedroom window and it seems the night suddenly goes silent, yet I can hear the beating of my heart and my thoughts..it is in these pauses that we are truly silent I think.
For those that have sat at the bedside of dying loved one this will bring back such poignant memories, knowing there was no faithful dog or anyone else for that could help any more. Beautifully telling and succinct.
I do know that feeling..it was when the life support plug was pulled and we all waited for that silence..it was hard as we watched each breath..wondering when would be the last one.
I do see it as Old Egg sees it. When waiting with one whose next breath may be one's last, the silence between exhale and inhale is palpable. And yes...no one can help -- no Lassie, no super hero. Just breathe, breathe, and then not. Powerfully penned.
I love the pregnant silence between each breath ~ Short and sharp imagery X ~
oh I saw my mom's last breath... I stayed with her for the weekend, and she didn't seem to want to go so I left for a few hours thinking that maybe i was holding her back, but when I returned she was still breathing and then....slowly...each second, an eternity, she took her last... and I X you talented, wonderful, wonderful writer...
Struggle to take breath and to exhale. When I was very young I shared a bedroom with my younger sister who was asthmatic. This is what I felt when listening to her breathe during an attack. Waiting, waiting for her next breath. Pregnant silence between breaths. Scary.
I adore the title - I adore the wit...fellow bloggers can be lassie when needed... ;) we may not be able to provide an actual rope ladder but a word one and we're all over it!
smiles... sometimes it just needs no rescuing...sounds like a warm and comfortable place
Do you want to be helped?
Oh my, in a few words you said it all! You amaze me!
Lovely X =)mindlovemisery
"....is a well I fall in." Powerful impact in so few lines, Mr. X!
Oh, this is clever!
Each moment of silence can feel like a drowning eternity if the moment, the person, the circumstance matters. I like how much you capture in such brevity. Well done!
This is so brilliantly captivating.
Beautiful, heart felt lines.....
Wow...such depth and feeling in there...really takes my breath away.So beautiful...I get the feeling that you don't really want Lassie to come to your rescue though! ;))
we have to revisit the well and run our fingers along memories and inevitably back to the silence...well written piece
Awww...this is compact and gorgeous! So well written!
But we never really want to escape that kind of love, do we? This holds so much in its small space, an expanse of wisdom.
And I suspect you would not want to be rescued. Just a beautiful evocative poem in few words.
An older cat for me.. where chestdoes not seem to riseor fall.. pawsfor pausea breathdesirefor furryLovefluxnext heartbeat aliveRELIEF..:)
Lovely in its Spartan terseness, we fill in all the gaps... Great write.