THINGS THAT ARE SILENT

I wrote a poem once called Things That Can Only Be Whispered. But what about those things that make no noise at all?

Consider this quote from Natalie Babbitt's Tuck Everlasting:

"Winnie watched the sky slide into blackness over the wood outside her window. There was not the least hint of a breeze to soften the heavy August night. And then, over the treetops, on the faraway horizon, there was a flash of white. Heat lightning. Again and again it throbbed, without a sound. It was like pain, she thought. And suddenly she longed for a thunderstorm."

I love that. I am also loving Kate DiCamillo's The Tiger Rising. And hey, it has a poem in it! A very famous poem. Read and see!