Silent One Poet Free verse

Ink is the Mistress

Her heart was 
                  whirling, 
       swirling,
                  twirling 
             inside the eye 
                    of a 
                whirlwind,
                    so I 
weaved words 
                   to calm her rage,
because, 
            like an empathic eagle,
a poet is a 
             storm chaser,
unafraid of 
             human hurricanes.

A wordsmith word weaves 
against windstorms,
decorating nebulous skies 
with rainbow bridges,
kissing the warm balmy 
neon glow of the sun,
softly soothing, 
                    vivid vexations 
         through 
intimate intrinsic artistry,
because, 
a cloudless day 
                   is a bandage wrapped...
Too tight.

Only a bard can 
                    affectionately alliterate 
the grip of grief,
                    as poetry can be the cure 
to calm tempested trauma. 

Ink is the mistress 
to butterfly sentiments.
I will not stop the moths 
from devouring you,
as long as they feed 
on toxic thoughts.
                         I have made a home on the moon,
               where stardust scribbles carry us to freedom.

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Duke Beaufort March 31, 2024 at 5:14 PM SO, poetry is indeed a wonderful thing for those that weave words together to express thoughts. It is a true psychoanalytic endeavor and your recognition and salute to what you do is nothing short of a human miracle. Your closing lines two lines are very comforting and a testament to your kindness for others. I am very glad you have a safe placed carved out!

Paul Bell March 29, 2024 at 3:00 AM Yes, sometimes when it's in black and white, it makes more sense.

Tonye George March 29, 2024 at 2:13 AM A lovely piece that pictures the power of Ink and how it can bleed and heal. A Word Smith's best friend is the Ink. Love the write. "like an empathic eagle, a poet is a storm chaser, unafraid of human hurricanes." A poet is many things beyond the surface of the earth. That was my favourite line.

Joseph May March 28, 2024 at 7:41 PM A lovely tribute to Ink, VEry nicly penned

Paige Hind March 28, 2024 at 6:18 PM Ah, yes, I am happy you wrote this for her. It's beautiful.

Bill Baker March 28, 2024 at 4:14 PM A heart healing poem, Silent One. It touched my heart to know that they're those that write to heal others. Such a selfless mission in life to empathize with others and their needs and write healing words to their hearts and souls. You are a blessing to many my friend. A FAV for my list. By the way ... bawled like a baby while listening to "Fix You". The music you put with your poems are 99% of the music I ever hear these days. Ever song touches my heart. Thank you for sharing. Bill

Evelyn Judy Buehler March 28, 2024 at 4:06 PM I was deeply affected by your poem and its powerful, beautiful images. My very best wishes, Evelyn

Daniel Henry Rodgers March 28, 2024 at 12:05 PM Dear Silent One, you stirred my soul on this one. Your portrayal of the poet as a storm chaser, using creative words to calm raging hearts, deeply touched me. Like you, I've found great peace in the artistry of poetry, crafting verses to soothe the storms within. I really loved your imagery of rainbow bridges and moonlit homes speaks to the transformative power of words. SO, poetry can be a beacon of light and healing even in the chaos which you nailed. - Blessings, my friend, Daniel

Sotto Poet March 28, 2024 at 12:00 PM Dear Silent, your poem is truly exceptional and filled with profound spiritual depth. Your poetic talent shines brilliantly in this piece, and it is evident that you possess a remarkable ability to capture the essence of emotions. The way you have arranged the lines and utilized wordplay is truly captivating. Poets indeed possess a unique fearlessness when it comes to confronting the storms of human experience, and I am aware of a few who are particularly drawn to such tempestuous encounters.

Vijay Pandit March 28, 2024 at 11:48 AM Wonderful illustration of your poetic prowess my friend.--Only a bard can affectionately alliterate the grip of grief, as poetry can be the cure to calm tempested trauma---you certainly calmed the trauma through your charming words.

Frederic Parker March 28, 2024 at 11:13 AM Seems like your words crossed the bridge to her heart like a sparrow small flying through a storm to offer a thoughtful hand...

Ink Empress March 28, 2024 at 11:06 AM Wow! What a profound poem this is! Silent one! What can i say, when you weave words, its always magic, and anyone can resonate with your words woven in such a creative manner: i love the way youv designed the poem, the arrangement of lines and your wordplay: and i agree poets arent afraid of human hurricanes, so some like to stay as storm chasers, i know few that are attracted to storms, i am not, .. i love the word pairings throughout this and the alliterations! And how poetry can be a form of catharsis as youv said here. And i must also highlight some of the lines, that really stood out for me. Ink Empress March 28, 2024 at 11:09 AM Especially “ Only a bard can affectionately alliterate the grip of grief, as poetry can be the cure to calm tempested trauma. “ how true! A poet can make anything from trauma to grief sound beautiful, and heal through it all, i love the last stanza alot and also how youv written “ I have made a home on the moon, where stardust scribbles carry us to freedom.” Wow!!! Beautiful!!!!! Love this poem! Youv nailed it as always