Silent One Poet Rhyme

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For Sotto Poet's Appreciation, Anger, Air and Angelic poetry contest.  The poem is written in response to Rumi's quote..

Angelic devil by Chris Giles

 

Angelic

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice. There is an invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposing objects of desire, it grows stronger. 
Rumi

Weeds persecute the gardens of my mind,
bad seeds are instigators for the unkind,
so, I plant vibrant petals for tomorrow,
did you know blossoms can feel sorrow?
I support them to bloom in delicate silence,
but strange paranoia is a relic of violence.
It hurts when withheld wounds are exposed,
life is better when I keep my eyes closed.
Should I apologise for my sullen demeanor,
so they can misjudge and become meaner?
I've become a misunderstood metaphor,
in a world of words not understood before.
I'm not an angelic devil nor a sinful saint,
but sense of shame is like polluted paint.
I'm tired from deadly brain sucking vampires,
draining my reservoir of peaceful empires.
Will it ever dawn upon the ignorant,
if I could turn back time it would be different.
In childhood we painted our faces on stars,
some looked for Venus, but I preferred Mars.
How we followed a colourful spectrum's shadow,
wondering if rain flows along the rainbow.
But in time imagination loses it's power,
we expire like dead seeds and forget to flower.
Is the pantomime of pain I've endured not plenty?
Can guilt bleed me dry, until all my sins empty?
Set me free from confines of jilted desire,
release me from burning in regret's bonfire.
Madness of my muse will never disown me.
In this hell I smile, as I still have my poetry.

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Tonye George March 29, 2024 at 4:12 AM Here again to congratulate you on your win dear Silent.

Paula Goldsmith March 28, 2024 at 8:56 AM Back with Congratulations on your win. I enjoyed reading your powerful "Angelic"  write/story with your great ending again. What a picture. Have a blessed day.............

Duke Beaufort March 23, 2024 at 7:35 AM SO, I'm feeling like you portray this soul's thoughts with incredible opposing force. I enjoyed reading it and applaud your creativity here! The last line is a release from this, which is good, since we wouldn't want anyone to be so consumed.

Tonye George March 20, 2024 at 2:00 PM I have too many favourite lines, it would fill up the spaces. "I've become a misunderstood metaphor." That's too powerful. In bleeding we let it all out. You've done well with this piece Silent. It's a mix of everything together.

Valsa George March 17, 2024 at 8:55 PM "I've become a misunderstood metaphor, in a world of words not understood before." Often we are misunderstood. We cannot make ourselves or our good intentions understood by all. This poem is a wonderful expression of the duality of life. Life is an adventure. It's never easy for anyone. But in the blistering desert of regrets and disappointments, there are cooling and soothing oases. For each one, they may be different.... for you it is poetry. For me it is gardening ! "Set me free from confines of jilted desire, release me from burning in regret's bonfire. Madness of my muse will never disown me. In this hell I smile, as I still have my poetry." These concluding lines I love a lot.

Aqua Marine March 17, 2024 at 11:55 AM This poem is a strong spiritual statement. Rumi's quote is about the positive outcome of making healthy decisions in future, to fight against "weeds" that could strangle our desire to be as good as we are able to be. You fight back, by planting, nurturing, and supporting "vibrant petals" both in your garden, and in your poetry. Mindfully. The ignorant are in denial. Sane people struggle because they have a conscience, and this is what inspires us to "fight the good fight." I relate deeply. Hugs

Paula Goldsmith March 17, 2024 at 11:01 AM WOW!!! What a powerful write/story/great ending/picture. "Good Luck" Have a blessed day......................

Evelyn Judy Buehler March 16, 2024 at 9:03 PM This masterpiece poem has wonderful rhyming and captivating imagery, Silent One. I love 'did you know blossoms can feel sorrow?' and many others. This is a great contest contender. Good luck!

Yann Rolland March 16, 2024 at 4:12 PM brilliant, turmoils of life , walking is my answer, everyday, great poem to share and write have a peaceful sunday

Beryl Edmonds March 16, 2024 at 4:09 PM A soulful write Silent One, “did you know blossoms can feel sorrow” yes I did know, I see daffodils nod their head when I have been upset. I hope we never forget to flower, not until our final hour. Never feel misunderstood, some of us have walked the same path you took. I’m pleased your muse never lets you down, poetry helps to keep one’s world spinning round… Beryl

Deb M March 16, 2024 at 3:54 PM “Did you know blossoms can feel sorrow” How very captivating and incredibly special this poem is Mr S….just beautiful! Debx

Bill Baker March 16, 2024 at 3:51 PM Lovely rhythm as you delve into both sides of life's temptations, both of which build the power of choice in us. The loss of the imagination of our youth does rob us of many pleasant and pleasurable moment of adulthood. We do sometimes wonder if we somehow snuck into hell. We all have the ability to build chaos out of life. I enjoyed you thought-provoking poem, Silent One. A good entry for the contest, IMHO. Good luck, my friend! Bill

Brandy Nicole March 16, 2024 at 3:32 PM ' an angelic devil nor a sinful saint. ' The madness will continue, which is sad to think about. Deep and powerful words, Silent One. Many wonderful blessings to you. Hugs, Brandy

Vijay Pandit March 16, 2024 at 12:52 PM Potent dialogue of emotions exploring the depths of angelic spirits, my friend.--Is the pantomime of pain I've endured not plenty? Can guilt bleed me dry, until all my sins empty?--powerful expressions resonate throughout, SO.

Mystic Rose Rose March 16, 2024 at 10:43 AM May you never forget to flower dear friend, every day and every night remember to bloom !

Joseph May March 16, 2024 at 8:45 AM Though "weeds persecute the garden of your mind" your poetry still blooms, Very nicely written Sileent

Joseph P. DiMino March 16, 2024 at 8:31 AM "Weeds persecute the gardens of my mind, bad seeds are instigators for the unkind," Love that! Great opening. "so they can misjudge and become meaner? I've become a misunderstood metaphor," Honesty is often used as a weapon against us~ well said! "In childhood we painted our faces on stars, some looked for Venus, but I preferred Mars." Great expression! "In this hell I smile, as I still have my poetry." You are poetry. Blessings my friend.

Karen Jones March 16, 2024 at 8:26 AM Great ideas executed perfectly for the contest! Your poem is very engaging and I enjoyed the ride as it is thrilling! Good luck in the contest!

Ink Empress March 16, 2024 at 7:27 AM Ah ofcourse you will choose rumi prompt. What a deeply moving write this is dear silent one. I love the softness of your voice flowing throughout this and also your rhymes and rhythm of your well articulated lines. With beautiful imagery and metaphors. So much has been conveyed and so many lines stood out for me but what stood out for me the most was “ In childhood we painted our faces on stars, some looked for Venus, but i preferred the mars” wow! Im speechless and im glad you chose mars as mars is for men and venus is for women. Hah! I also loved “ How we followed a colourful spectrum's shadow, wondering if rain flows along the rainbow.” Im speechless. Truly how you come up with such lines is beyond impressive Ink Empress March 16, 2024 at 7:30 AM “ Madness of my muse will never disown me. In this hell I smile, as I still have my poetry.” what an ending’ so powerful and yes your poetry is definitely alive! Impeccable! Fave

Unseeking Seeker March 16, 2024 at 6:54 AM Wow! Another level. Absolutely enjoyed this write, Silent One