On Silence

[Lykren]

Leaves hover and flit before
a house which sits in the fog.
The strings of a guitar
propped up on the porch
remain frayed and unstrummed
as the wind gambols coldly
down the street. I myself
am quiet, quiet and still.
Nothing comes to interrupt
the pulseless nothing
and the air, cold and wild,
continues to kick and caress
the gray leaves
with a speechless energy.

[Lokasenna]

A beautiful little snapshot! I particularly liked the effect of repetition on these lines:

Nothing comes to interrupt
the pulseless nothing

There could perhaps be a little more focus on some of your physical images - the air and wind get perhaps a little too much exposure - but this is still very enjoyable as it stands.

[cacian]

Lykren this lovely. I enjoyed reading it. There is a feeling of peacefulness throughout a kind one.

[Delta40]

I'm a little confused by strings of a guitar propped up on a porch which suggests they're not on the guitar itself and that would mean they're coiled, otherwise good imagery. I also think there is conflict with movement.

fog seems to just sit there while the leaves hover and flit.
the air is cold and is consistent with the fog but you say it is wild which suggests a strong wind

strong wind can rattle all things outside and destroy silence and you have put an emphasis on the leaves which sort of breaks the notion of silence.

Having said all that, I really enjoy reading your work because of the imagery and think if you make some changes you will have a nice poem.

[WolfLarsen]

Not bad at all. I liked it.