Autumn: where silence falls


I write, I write and I write
No words fly.
Flowers on stems sway
Offer petals,
They fall, and falling
Bridge this nameless silence
Echoing between
Your lips and mine.






Overflowing From Silence

One last breath
races within me,

black horses around a merry-go-round
to supernovas and blackholes
splitting kaleidoscopes of no-mores
and dreams of forgotten.

One last breath
through the doorway of yesterday.
Eyes, shut fast leave me ajar
and I inhale tomorrow’s closed door.

Distance confused this mind.
Uncertain, incomplete,
some days its always night…
the constant drone of crickets on my ear.

On days like this,
I reach for your hand.
It’s never there,

sometimes I forget!

One last breath
the bloom of eternity
overflowing from silence.

Show me the way

to union,
wantings possibility of threshold invitations
over footprint whispers,

fragile assurances.



(c) A Hannan



The Hearts Wine

Like a king the soulbird sits, on a branch
governing this weeping silence.

There is an awakening
falling in to this space of
borrowed grass whispers

and shared fences painted
like naked lover, back turned and eyes shut fast.

He is a noble man filled with sugary words
and candy smiles. She be lady in waiting,
latte’ sipping, red lips dipping,
nail polished tips – no splitting.

Between them, half filled glasses
measure words half spoken,
thoughts, half shared.

Now, be silent.

Do you hear the heartstrings
spilling passion upon this grass.
Lavish stories laid down on your ear.

There is a flowing of stories
when you let silence mingle
with the wine of your heart.



(c) A Hannan



Letter – 15 October 2011


I’m in tatters. My breath boughs, resigns and reaches for you, only to find the slopes of eternity silenced… slayed in this afternoon light.
It is obvious, without you my grief presents the cliff with an edge, where naught stands before me… I search for comfort and find only the needles of the pine, in hand, where the names of the dead bathe in the moonlight.
With each breath, I try to unlearn you, yet, how does one unlearn the concealed song flowing through their veins?