{"id":10040,"date":"2021-01-31T07:27:00","date_gmt":"2021-01-31T14:27:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/?p=10040"},"modified":"2021-01-30T15:28:13","modified_gmt":"2021-01-30T22:28:13","slug":"silence","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/silence\/","title":{"rendered":"Silence"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Silence<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

By Kathy Guthormsen<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

A blanket of pristine snow glistens on the grass, while windows glow from warm fires inside<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ice frosts peaked rooves, softening their lines<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The village waits in silence<\/p> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A brightly lit Christmas tree sits in the square<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Streetlights glow under a darkening sky<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The village waits alone<\/p> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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There are no people singing carols<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No children laughing and building snowmen before going inside for cookies and milk<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The village waits alone in silence<\/p> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Fretful silence<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fearful silence<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Frantic silence<\/p> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Pregnant silence<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Palpable silence<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Potent silence<\/p> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Reflective silence<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ruminating silence<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Resilient silence<\/p> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Tacit silence<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tactful silence<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Total silence<\/p> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Silence between heartbeats<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Silence between breaths<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Silence between impulse and response<\/p> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The villagers shelter cautiously behind closed doors, alone<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Some have been taken by an insidious virus<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And grieved for in silence<\/p> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The villagers are gone<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But the village awaits their return<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In hopeful silence<\/p> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kathy Guthormsen\u2019s work has been published in The Write Spot: Memories, The Write Spot: Possibilities, <\/em>and The Write Spot: Writing as a Path to Healing, <\/em>all available on Amazon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her Halloween story, Run, <\/em>was published in the Petaluma Argus Courier in October2020.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kathy lives in northern California with her husband, one psychotic cat, a small flock of demanding chickens, and a pond full of peaceful koi. She maintains a blog, Kathy G. Space<\/a>,<\/em> where she occasionally posts essays, short stories, and fairy tales.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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