Silent One Poet Free verse

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In the Silence of Death

Rampant rain is ruining
lushness of my lawn.
Helpless I watch
strands of green drown 
in shallow puddles.

Swamp like state creates
slush and sludge -
I remain stuck in the mud.
Wondering who will care 
for my garden when 
I am no more.

What will become of my roses?
Will my dahlia delight in the sun?
Or will I become a forget me not?

However...

I remain content,
knowing erratic elements,
will never kill my words.
Spiteful winds will return crying
bitter raindrops to my musings.

Then they will disappear,
just like me - just like you.

Yet in the silence of death -
written words will forever remain.

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Paula Goldsmith July 16, 2024 at 10:21 AM Congratulations on your win. I enjoyed reading your wonderful write. What a great picture. I love your ending line. Have a wonderful day with your win..............

Christuraj Alex July 14, 2024 at 11:23 PM "who will care for my garden when I am no more", "will I become a forget me not?" - Many heart provoking questions. Congratulations!

thriveni c mysore July 14, 2024 at 9:58 PM interesting write dear poet, baffled me. happy writing, congratulations.

Crystol Woods July 14, 2024 at 10:08 AM I love how you've given us the negative side of rain as well as the reminder of death with a positive spin...our words remain. There is comfort in that as well as faith. Xoxo

Juliet Ligon November 9, 2019 at 1:35 PM Indeed your poetry will continue on after you're gone. I enjoy the garden concerns mentioned. I consider the same and what a small thing compared to the lives we effect. Silent One November 9, 2019 at 5:25 PM Thank you Juliet..

Darrell Rose November 9, 2019 at 9:43 AM Simple thoughts of life as it passes us slowly by. This was a calm, reflective piece and I found myself experiencing it as I lived the moments through your words. I’ll certainly enjoy more of your work Darrell Silent One November 9, 2019 at 5:25 PM Thank you.. Darrell..

Freddie Robinson Jr. November 8, 2019 at 12:54 PM Such an incisive, insightful poem, SO! Ever the eternal optimist, the muted words from your amplified heart reign true. Such ink joyful noise made to eulogize the death of silence. Masterpiece of poetic imagery per usual, my super talented friend. Love and peace forever. Silent One November 9, 2019 at 5:25 PM Thank you for your kind words Freddie..

Ravi Sathasivam November 8, 2019 at 9:23 AM Silent one and well voiced one. Beautiful sentiment too. Enjoyed reading it. Silent One November 9, 2019 at 5:26 PM Thank you Ravi..

Jennifer Proxenos November 7, 2019 at 10:52 AM Our gardens will die just like you and I,'Yet in the silence of death - written words will remain forever.' Amazing poetry, A fav for me. Hugs, Jennifer. Silent One November 7, 2019 at 3:50 PM Yes you got it... Thank you

David Sherman November 6, 2019 at 8:19 AM 'simple musing" what a affect! Silent One November 7, 2019 at 3:50 PM Just simple words my friend..

Caren Krutsinger November 6, 2019 at 2:16 AM Which is exactly why we write. Anyway, it is why I write, plus I cannot not write. Beautiful sentiment, Silent One. Silent One November 7, 2019 at 3:51 PM Indeed...Thank you Caren

Heidi Sands November 5, 2019 at 10:49 PM Wow. This is a great poem. Written words, never forgotten. Well done Silent One :) Silent One November 7, 2019 at 3:51 PM Thank you Heidi...

Andrea Dietrich November 5, 2019 at 7:01 PM your poetry is so good the past few weeks. Another really nice one, Silent One. Soupmail Silent One November 7, 2019 at 3:54 PM Thank you Andrea..

Vladislav Raven November 5, 2019 at 3:41 PM Hi Silent, another excellent free verse write from your pen. As our gardens can become swampland, due to this weather, nothing can destroy the garden of the heart and the written word that comes from within. Your words shall always sing for those who will have the pleasure of reading. You shall ever live on in your words. Your garden shall never die. A fav. Have a wonderful Wednesday when it comes. Your friend always....Mike. Silent One November 7, 2019 at 3:55 PM Yes you are right... Thank yoi

Cecilia Macfarlane November 5, 2019 at 9:58 AM You are so right Silent One. Loved ones can continue to read our words long after we are gone. An excellent write. Hugs Silent One November 7, 2019 at 3:56 PM Thank you Cecilia..

Judy Ball November 5, 2019 at 2:52 AM Well said my friend. I think that is why we write. When we are gone our words will live on reminding others that we were there. Great job here. God Bless, JB Silent One November 5, 2019 at 8:32 AM Yes, i would say that is one of the reasons.. people write for so many different reasons... Thanks Judy

Jean Murray November 4, 2019 at 5:09 PM I also worry about my garden. We put so much of ourselves into them. But poems distill our thoughts like snapshots. And like snapshots they can be revisited over and over, long after we're gone. Isn't that lovely? Silent One November 5, 2019 at 8:31 AM Yes, I agree and it is a lovely thought.. Thank you Jean.

Joseph May November 4, 2019 at 2:17 PM No rain or sleet or snow, or even time, can kill the written word, Well written Silent.. Silent One November 4, 2019 at 2:21 PM Yes, maybe jus make them a little colder... haha... thanks Joseph..

Alexis Y. November 4, 2019 at 7:55 AM WoW! Silent, I agree, once the poet is gone.....their words life on. Well done my talented friend:-) Alexis Silent One November 4, 2019 at 1:48 PM Thank you Alexis..

Casarah Nance November 4, 2019 at 7:14 AM I have experienced such thoughts, this is the perfect way to capture those feelings. Enjoyed. Silent One November 4, 2019 at 1:48 PM I think we all do.. Thank you cassie..

Quoth Theraven November 3, 2019 at 9:31 PM Silent One, Perhaps your words return now from an even more ancient voice. When thoughts return to relive a different timeline. Just perhaps. -Richard Silent One November 4, 2019 at 1:49 PM Possibly they do... Thank you Richard..

Brandy Nicole November 3, 2019 at 7:18 PM Words will always be. Even in silence, emotions are felt. "I remain content" Indeed you should. "who will care for my garden when I am no more" Many will. I believe it to be so. ~ Brandy Silent One November 4, 2019 at 1:55 PM Thank you for your kind words Brandy..

Carolyn Devonshire November 3, 2019 at 5:28 PM Your words will live on, Silent One. My mother used to worry about who would care for her plants, but I'm doing that now. I sometimes wish my parents had been able to write poetry so I could have it and read it now that they're gone. I feel sure your words will be remembered. Hugs, Carolyn Silent One November 4, 2019 at 1:47 PM I hope my daughter tend to the garden, but i dont think so.. however, i know they will read my poetry... Thank you..

Ann Foster November 3, 2019 at 2:17 PM So true, so perfectly true. Your poetic garden has the best forever flowers. May they bloom twice as bright with each passing day. Ann Silent One November 4, 2019 at 1:56 PM Thank you... i hope all poetic flowers bloom forever..

Anne-Lise Andresen November 3, 2019 at 8:45 AM - I'm afraid the roses will die my friend ... but your words will live on ... through what your loved ones have read and heard ... your children will plant their own roses - A thoughtful and beautiful poem, S.O. :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Silent One November 4, 2019 at 1:59 PM I totally agree.... written words remain for eternity.... Thank you..

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