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My hands are tired, so I let my brush rest, unable to paint Autumn's loneliness. How much I miss you can never be stressed. August has left behind blank emptiness. Sitting by the window in the corner, watching the world in its colourful hues. I search for your face among the murmur, but all I'm left with is a muse with blues. In simple stillness your voice echoes loud. Each stitch I weave I see you before me. Memories remind me of what we vowed. Without you there would be no artistry. My palette is dry without your pastel, all that's left is an indigo inkwell.

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Suzanne Arbil

Date: 12/14/2023 6:23:00 PM

It is so hard to wtite sonnets, and this one is amazing! To me (MY opinion) this is a poem of loss and sadness. He/She’s lost someone and can no longer do his thing well without her/him. The mark of a good poem is the way the reader feels right after the last line and this last line got me. Congrats on getting #1! That’s awesome! And thank u for reading my poems & commenting on them. More to come very soon!

Suzanne Arbil

Date: 12/14/2023 6:22:00 PM

Ayesha Iqbal

Date: 12/13/2023 10:43:00 AM

This is purely melancholic yet magical.. love really works like magic upon a desiccating lifeless heart! You are just amazing to express so well in simple words, the flow here is seamless and word weaving is engrossing. No wonder this piece topped the charts.. loved it brother!!

Triny Xiang

Date: 12/11/2023 8:10:00 AM

Beautifully crafted and rhymed searching for your muse. Ironically, I find that in looking for my lost muse I find the muse's presence. Perhaps your august muse is found at the bottom of your indigo inkwell.

R. B. Cawis

Date: 12/7/2023 3:18:00 AM

Beautiful... Like how a pen needs a paper...

Smita Kulkarni

Date: 12/5/2023 2:29:00 PM

What a profound poetry!! You have expressed your feelings in simple words though so powerfully!!

Tom Woody

Date: 12/5/2023 8:22:00 AM

Not sure how I missed this gem. Similar theme to my recent Haibun, the pain of loss. Quite palpable here and those last verses are classic

I Am Anaya

Date: 12/3/2023 12:17:00 PM

I found this on the 100 Best poems, it's #1! “ Each stitch I weave I see you before me. Memories remind me of what we vowed. Without you there would be no artistry.” Love's loss, passionate reverie. Brought tears on my pillow. Congratulations Silent One!

Susan Lawrence

Date: 11/28/2023 6:54:00 PM

Silent One , You weave loneliness like no other creating a scene which envelops my heart and makes me long for more. A fav for me to be read again and cherished . I especially like ~ My hands are tired, so I let my brush rest, unable to paint Autumn’s loneliness …. Belated congratulations on your win and being number one on the best new poems list . Hugs, Susan :)

Malabika Ray Choudhury

Date: 11/23/2023 7:19:00 AM

Congratulations on your win, Dear Poet, and also on being at top of new hundred poems' list! Your sonnet is poignant and exquisite! BW ~

Len Gasun

Date: 10/23/2023 7:13:00 AM

Very creative and beautiful poem. Congratulations on your first place win my dear poet friend! Thanks for sharing. Blessings to you always and your writing.

Shadow Hamilton

Date: 10/22/2023 2:26:00 PM

lovely flow and rhythm to your glorious sonnet exceptional write Silent hugs Shadow

Paula Goldsmith

Date: 10/22/2023 10:35:00 AM

Congratulations on your win. A wonderful write for the painting. I love your great ending. Have a blessed day writing away..........

Hilo Poet

Date: 10/21/2023 8:23:00 PM

Aloha, Silent One! Ah, yes, what tone does one use when a spectral is the model? Poignancy and pensiveness extend a righteous 1st placement, my friend. Aloha, William

Ann Gilmour

Date: 10/21/2023 9:43:00 AM

Many congratulations Silent One on your well deserved win. Truly wonderful and a FAV for me my friend - thank you. With kindest thoughts Ann x

Ink Empress

Date: 10/21/2023 8:37:00 AM

Congratulations silent one! “Without you there will be no artistry”! So good! Well deserved!

Krish Radhakrishna

Date: 10/21/2023 6:47:00 AM

I lived this and pleased you won!! very well done!!

Sotto Poet

Date: 10/21/2023 5:50:00 AM

Dear Silent One. Back with heartfelt congratulations on your well-deserved win

Eve Roper

Date: 10/20/2023 11:08:00 PM

Silent One, I love the imagery and emotional feelings, so much I felt in this poem. Thank you for taking part in the contest and congratulations on your win. God bless you

Sally Eslinger

Date: 10/19/2023 8:58:00 PM

Dear Silent, it was a great thought i had to make this poem the last of my day’s reading & writing. I LOVE this poem. So true about how we are the colors of our character & spirit above other factors. A poem of warmth, sight, sensing. Bravo! Big hugs, sally

Deb M

Date: 10/19/2023 2:57:00 PM

Simply beautiful S.O! Debx

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 10/19/2023 12:40:00 PM

Love when you write like this, using shorter lines and also rhyme along with your imagery. Very nicely done.

Silent One
Date: 10/19/2023 12:41:00 PM

That's because it's a sonnet...lol Thank you

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 10/18/2023 1:28:00 PM

Hi So, The lonely old lady and her time tempered hands, has vowed with her loved one 'there would be no artistry, for 'my palette is dry without your pastel.'. all she can do is keep herself occupied 'watching the world in its colourful hues' and leaving her 'muse with the blues'. She keeps herself occupied as stitch by stitch she continues to weave, 'all that's left is an indigo inkwell'. an awesome write. Blessings Jennifer.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 10/17/2023 8:11:00 PM

Enjoyed this write very much…the colors, the rhythm of your words. Love the final lines along with the title.

The Situation

Date: 10/16/2023 7:24:00 PM

If I were married I would expect this. From a great poet.