I’m not sure about this dverse prompt—punctuating silence in poetry. To me, words are indissociable from the silences between them. I have used this as an excercise in emphasising silences rather than marking them. I hope I’ve got the right end of the stick…
the wind speaks,
and in its voice raindrops drum on fallen leaves.
earth hums to the beat of rain and wind,
leaves fall and cup the falling drops.
birds, buffeted and bent-winged, blow
across the field of vision, criss-crossed by the rain.
storm air sings, plucks the strings
that hold the bent-winged birds
in balance with this blast