When You Meet Quiet

There’s nothing as worrisome

As a quiet fellow

And even more so,

A quiet poet, who has been hurt.

 

The days go by, and he stays mute

And it’s his silence that utters,

That all is not in tune.

A quiet poet, who sharpens his literary sword.

 

The time is nearing, and soon you will know,

When the words pierce you in the heart

From the haunting silence, which was

And now is a poem, firing warning shots!

 

This is the poet, when you meet quiet.