“Sometimes the best response is no response.”
A quote that offers wise counsel, enlightened guidance, sage advice.
Sometimes the best option is to remain mute –
escalating tension may fail to deliver resolution
Sometimes what appears unresponsive is just temporary restraint –
eyes closed and lips counting to ten
Sometimes the quiet is permanent–
the one who needed to speak stands above a final breath
Sometimes a silenced response is not the best choice –
words unsaid can block a heart and choke a voice
Crashing into a period (.).
On the other side
is where a void lives.
A time out?
An abrupt ending?
A forever releasing?
Going 120 miles per hour then hitting a wall,
a period (.) that ends it all,
can be jarring,
leaving the mind and body reeling.
Hard to hold back the words
while a body is falling forward –
trying to balance on the tiny dot,
marking the end of an interrupted thought.
Period. Done. End of story.
Because I said so.
A never-ending echo, echo, echo…
Wobbly legs, blurry brain
too shaky to stand tip-toe and contain
words born and fire-formed
inside a smoldering kiln.
Words with this much power
should not remain inside
or they will consume and devour
the one who followed the guidance,
by biting their tongue and remaining quiet.
should be released.
Hurl them into a fire breathing dragon.
Shoot them into the eye of a hurricane.
Fling them to the outer edge of our origin.
Best case scenario –
return to the scene, where they were born
and offer a response, thoughtful and calm.
If that isn’t possible –
let them tumble from your responsive heart
and spill from your receptive pen.
will the spinning
on a tiny dot
A poem that began with a quote and thoughts about the idea of unsaid words was going to remain a few scribbles in my journal, remain unsaid, until three curious things happened a few days ago… within twenty-four hours after writing my journal entry, about what happens when words are swallowed instead of said, I saw the two words (words unsaid/unsaid words) three times in different contexts. Interesting. Three “unsaid” observations motivated me to write the unsaid words that clearly needed to be said. The words win. They usually do. ✍🏻💓
I greeted the morning sun from the Old Pueblo this morning (Tucson, Arizona). I drove down from the valley of the sun yesterday to co-teach a NIA* class to actual 3D people this morning! This will be the first time in over a year that dancing with others will not take place through my screen. I am grateful for the technology that has kept us moving and connected, but it will be wonderful to be close to the energy of other movers and shakers. 😉 I will appreciate seeing smiling eyes and look forward to actual smiles when we can drop our masks. We will be dancing to a set list of Native American music, so I anticipate a beautiful healing dance to take place in southern Arizona. 💃🏻 💓 Thank you for visiting and reading. Happy Easter weekend. Be well. 💗 Michele
*Nia is a sensory-based movement practice that draws from martial arts, dance arts, and healing arts.
Photo 1: setting sun, Tucson, AZ Photo 2: ASU Tempe campus, back stop shot taken by LP 😆
© 2021 Michele Lee Sefton.