We take our place in the world and carry on
for even being nothing has its place
like silences that punctuate a song.

All things, and their lack, live where they  belong.
Positive pictures have negative space.
We take our place in the world and carry on.

I once believed that only strength was strong
till petals lit upon my upturned face
like silences that punctuate a song

The fragance haunts my memory all night long
although the fragile bodies left no trace.
We take our place in the world and carry on.

I used to think that things were really gone
just because they’d left an empty space
like silences that punctuate a song.

Our lives are like a pencil sketch we’ve drawn
Our shadows linger on like lines erased.
We take our place in the world and carry on
like silences that punctuate a song.

# 95

Challenge accepted Tony! Here’s the villanelle!