Silent One Poet Free verse

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Freudian Slip

A poet's soul lay in slumber,
his pen a distasteful adversary. 

A suffering soul lost in yesterday,
stumbled upon his somnolent path.
Enchanted eyes felt her nakedness 
through barriers of her cryptic veil.
Echoing tremors of her broken soul
gently charmed his hardened heart.
Enraptured by her enchanted tears
he joined her capricious journey.

Her enigmatic elegance inspired his
zealous zealot pen to ooze musings
praising their charismatic camaraderie. 

Drifting into the anomaly of her mind,
he became a victim of a Freudian slip.
Voices tormented her malinger mantra,
suffocating her into a maudlin malaise.

Reprehensible words led to bruised ego,
unjustifiable actions led to lonely silence.

An aroma that expired with her last petal.

A poet's soul lays in slumber,
his pen a distasteful adversary. 

Silent One
Simple Musing
23 January 2018

Freudian slip
a slip-up that (according to Sigmund Freud) results from the operation of unconscious wishes or conflicts and can reveal unconscious processes in normal healthy individuals

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Freddie Robinson Jr. November 12, 2020 at 1:26 AM Loved this poem even better after a second reading ... Masterpiece poetry, SO! Love and joy forever.

Freddie Robinson Jr. February 7, 2018 at 5:35 AM A very enigmatic existential write, SO. But tastefully done w/your usual artistic flair! I agree totally w/Eileen ... so many profound nuances. You're on top of your poetic game w/this gemstone. It sparkles w/depth of thought, and shines w/a myriad of emotions. Super lovely poem. Love and many blessings of joy always abound unto you, my dear friend.

Lim'Rik Flats February 1, 2018 at 8:13 AM I cannot always find//what's really on my mind//but a little slip//or an errant quip//does oft become maligned. Wowsa, SO! Siggy'd be proud. Me and my dictionary had a good time at your house this morning;-) My fave line: "An aroma that expired with her last petal." Cheerios! jj Silent One February 1, 2018 at 8:14 AM Thank you JJ.. Nice to see you..

Eileen Manassian January 29, 2018 at 3:04 AM That is quite a deep poem with so many nuances. Sometimes those slips bring healing. Great write.

James Swartz January 27, 2018 at 11:44 PM It's no slip that you wrote another masterpiece. I've lived my life saying the wrong thing at the wrong time but not this time.

Susan Ashley January 25, 2018 at 8:10 PM Silent One, I love the melancholic melodrama of your poem. An awesome write of the negative consequences of a 'slip of the tongue' and an enigmatic muse. Wondrous expression and alliteration. Warmest wishes my friend.. ~Susan

Gregory Richard Barden January 25, 2018 at 5:11 PM Enjoyed this very much, S1 ... keep up the great work, Poet.

FJ Thomas January 25, 2018 at 9:28 AM And I exhale in silent awe... S1 you reach into the very center of a being.

Andrea Dietrich January 24, 2018 at 11:40 PM I think one of Freud's biggest contributions to psychology was coming up with that concept known as Freudian slip. It is quite embarrassing when it happens. (I am sure i have done it but can't remember now how I did it) You are very good at using elevated vocabulary, Silent One.

Rhoda Tripp January 24, 2018 at 11:03 PM I think my off the wall crazy personality has once or twice been that poor poets demise, but thankfully, at least for awhile, I was his muse. I can so relate to this writing and I love that line "an aroma that expired with her last petal" Awesome write!

Akkina Downing January 24, 2018 at 8:12 PM I love how your simple musings are actually how, many can relate to. As if you took a dive into their souls and learn what's happening. Silent One, but you never cease to take my breath away with your simple musings... hugs and smiles :)

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart January 24, 2018 at 10:14 AM Gorgeous timeless eloquent melancholy, impressive ink my friend xomo

Mike Gentile January 24, 2018 at 8:29 AM So very interesting, Silent One. and yet really a simple theme. Your expression is beautiful. it requires a few reads to fully appreciate all that is articulated, well done!! Silent One January 24, 2018 at 8:57 AM Thank you Mike..

Connie Marcum Wong January 24, 2018 at 2:01 AM I have to say I've made a few slips in my time, embarrassing myself. I enjoyed your musing Silent! : ) Silent One January 24, 2018 at 8:58 AM I think many have made this slip, thank you Connie..

Probir Gupta January 23, 2018 at 11:08 PM Lovely write ... The slip is a wish from the unconscious ... Silent One January 24, 2018 at 9:00 AM Thank you Probir..

Robert Lindley January 23, 2018 at 4:19 PM As you write of a poet and another as a poet, you leave telltale clues of your inner soul my friend. Which is a Freudian slip perhaps even in itself??? And often I find my poet's pen to be an adversary. Very deep musing my friend.. A fav... Silent One January 24, 2018 at 9:03 AM We have all been there at some stage.. Thank you Robert..

Eve Roper January 23, 2018 at 4:03 PM Love this beautiful write, Silent One... the imagery is and art... Hugs Eve ~`* Silent One January 24, 2018 at 9:03 AM Thank you Eve..

Charlie Smith January 23, 2018 at 3:32 PM That break up in and of itself, I would think would stir the muse. Good one SO..: Silent One January 24, 2018 at 9:03 AM Thank you Charlie..

Harry Horsman January 23, 2018 at 1:57 PM excellent poetry, love this story Silent One January 23, 2018 at 2:19 PM Thank you Harry..

Mandy Dale January 23, 2018 at 10:49 AM Your poem is truly interesting! ^^ Silent One January 23, 2018 at 2:25 PM Thank you Mandy..

Paul Callus January 23, 2018 at 10:46 AM I love this poem, especially as it reminds me of my relationship with my muse in an earlier poem of mine - "The Poet Who Never Was". Regards // paul Silent One January 23, 2018 at 2:25 PM Thank you Paul, I think many a poet can relate to this..

Heidi Sands January 23, 2018 at 9:34 AM This poem really reaches the soul of the reader Silent One. Well done :) Silent One January 23, 2018 at 9:55 AM Thank you Heidi..

Carole Duet January 23, 2018 at 9:28 AM What an interesting poem, ZZ. I always learn something from your poetry. This one is sad, yet exudes a magnetic attraction. Silent One January 23, 2018 at 9:56 AM Thank you Carole..

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton January 23, 2018 at 8:32 AM You just need to sharpen your quill and find a new ink pot.. boom boom... heartfelt, I can feel your pain. Maybe a new bed of roses required. Silent One January 24, 2018 at 9:11 AM Indeed I do, thank you... Leanne Lovejoy-Burton January 23, 2018 at 6:22 PM excellent response, I believe you already have something evergreen and that is a beautiful garden to be nurturing and enjoying. Silent One January 23, 2018 at 2:26 PM Thank you, I have a deep ink fill thankfully... Roses wilt too quickly, I want something evergreen...

Kim Rodrigues January 23, 2018 at 8:16 AM One slip whether by foot or tongue can cause injury. I can almost see that final petal floating, alone, in midair. Well done, my friend! Silent One January 23, 2018 at 2:33 PM I love how you put that.. Thank you Kim...

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