Silent One Poet Monorhyme

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Metaphorical Daggers

Paroxysm of pain inflicts this pen,
tears cry poetic allusion.
When petal hearts are misunderstood,
life is full of confusion.

Distasteful thoughts set camp in my mind,
an unwelcome intrusion.
Virgin pages innocent in white,
yearn to wear this mind's effusion.

Too many deep unanswered questions,
lead to a false conclusion.
When judgement lacks honest intellect,
darkness defeats diffusion.

Sun is cautious to cast my shadow,
intolerant in inclusion.
Forever immersed in freezing rain,
victim to their collusion.

When metaphorical daggers scar,
they say it's an illusion.
Melancholic lacerations scream,
ignored by deaf delusion.

I'm bleeding, but you ignore this blood,
it's too late for a transfusion.
Silently sad soul seeks solitude,
far from sound in seclusion.

Silent One
Simple Musings
1 February 2018

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Aqua Marine July 22, 2018 at 4:09 PM Seeking solace in solitude, is a self soothing necessity for those with empathic qualities. ( I used to believe that I had to always "take it on the chin, " and invariably got "knocked back, and out" from absorbing other's feeliings, negative opinions, and the projection of their low self esteem onto an often unsuspecting mind.( I tend to see the good in others first...) Your words are seen in a positive light- loving others is not possible, without some self protection. Thank you for posting!

Joseph P. DiMino February 13, 2018 at 7:51 AM In a way, that is what poetry is: a sanctuary; a chapel; a brothel at times:) A place to experience safely before the experience--a place to fine-tune one's tongue, before the unintended lacerations of our own and the soul's of others. Great poetry, Si. Love it!

Carrie Richards February 8, 2018 at 10:33 AM I was drawn by the title, and this poem moves me with such sadness. There seems to be despair, as if judging oneself, or one's ability, as if unworthy of love or admiration,? I hope this really isn't how you really see things. Needless to say, your abilities and compassion show true character, talent, and grace :) Nice to see your work again :)

Normie Payton February 5, 2018 at 3:37 AM I'm speechless, you did a wonderful job. Silent One February 6, 2018 at 10:18 AM Thanks Normie..

Kim Rodrigues February 4, 2018 at 4:23 PM There is much to see in your poem! Love the opening line! Also: when metaphorical daggers scar. ...hugs...Kim Silent One February 6, 2018 at 10:18 AM Thank you Kim..

Suzanne C. Goudreau February 4, 2018 at 1:57 PM Wow SO what a captivating masterpiece. You are brilliant! This read pours with emotions and also reality of life's sad side. The vocabulary and metaphors are captivating and outstanding. Such a talented pen and magical mind. Thank you for sharing. Silent One February 4, 2018 at 2:19 PM Thank you Suzanne, glad you liked it and understood it.. Some struggle when a poem is not so clear..

Chris Hagy February 3, 2018 at 9:17 PM Stunning piece Silent! ...love the lines "Distasteful thoughts set camp in my mind... an unwelcome intrusion" and also last two lines. Silent One February 4, 2018 at 1:06 PM Thank you Chris..

Andrea Dietrich February 3, 2018 at 7:49 PM Here is one I missed the other day. My favorite part is the last verse when you say quite metaphorically that you are bleeding and it's too late for a transfusion. Love those two ending lines also! Silent One February 4, 2018 at 1:06 PM Thank you Andrea..

Carole Duet February 2, 2018 at 10:19 PM What a fantastic write, dear ZZ. You again "hit the nail on the head" when writing about emotional pain and seclusion. It's very hard but God allows this kind of pain so that we will be able to feel for others...for a future "calling". In a way, it's an honor to be chosen to suffer in this way. All the great minds (and hearts) suffered. Silent One February 4, 2018 at 1:11 PM You are right... Thank you Carole..

Freddie Robinson Jr. February 2, 2018 at 4:52 PM Man, you hit mark on this one, SO! Silently sad soul seeks solitude, far from sound in seclusion. The last two verses is where I live ... in peaceful seclusion. An absorbing poem that speaks volumes of existential truth. Love and peace always, bruh. Silent One February 2, 2018 at 5:15 PM Thank you Freddie, nothing wrong with solitude, it helps us returne to our natural selves..

James Swartz February 1, 2018 at 11:19 PM You have made us all feel a sadness here. It does ease those dagger wounds when you pour the pain onto those virgin pages. Another wonderful write. Silent One February 2, 2018 at 8:54 AM Very true, go ruin those virgin pages James.. Thanks..

Nette Onclaud February 1, 2018 at 4:06 PM you pierce me with this staggering work so well conveyed, S.O... marvelous handiwork!... huggs Silent One February 2, 2018 at 8:54 AM Thank you Nette..

Ralph Sergi February 1, 2018 at 2:00 PM A beautiful flowing mono rhyme, Tragically estatic! My compliments! Silent One February 1, 2018 at 2:02 PM Thank you Ralph..

Mike Gentile February 1, 2018 at 1:25 PM Wow, to be able to write this this some day! and I do understand, just so excellent, Silent One! Silent One February 1, 2018 at 2:03 PM You write much better than this Mike.. Thanks..

Frederic Parker February 1, 2018 at 12:00 PM true poetry comes from an emotional reality lived, you can imagine persons, places, things but emotion has to be felt to be expressed with the honesty you've expressed in this poem...poet Silent One February 1, 2018 at 2:17 PM I could not have said it better my self Frederic.. Thank you..

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton February 1, 2018 at 11:33 AM The heart and soul of a true poet. You know, most true poets and true creative geniuses produce their best works through meloncholy. You are truly gifted and one of the true empaths on this site. Embrace your gift and those who are close to you. Love and huge hugs. Your friend, Leanne Silent One February 1, 2018 at 2:17 PM Thank you for your kind words and support Leanne..

Heidi Sands February 1, 2018 at 9:45 AM A wonderful deep poem that shows all that can be behind a pen from within. Very well done :) Silent One February 1, 2018 at 2:19 PM Thank you Heidi..

Judith S February 1, 2018 at 8:12 AM Just WOW!!! Brilliantly crafted monorhyme. It makes me ponder... WHY this could ever be a Simple Musing!! My GOSH SO!!!! Your mastery of painting emotion with an amazing vocabulary ... is anything but simple. You are a truly amazing poet!! ~Judy Silent One February 1, 2018 at 8:16 AM Thank you Judy.. Sometimes the words just flow..

Maria Williams February 1, 2018 at 7:12 AM Certainly a melancholy write Si. Your vocabulary command is certainly showcased here. Good rhythm and flow on your deep, sad and far from a simple musing. Well written... Maria Silent One February 1, 2018 at 8:12 AM Was it not you who called me a master of melancholy? Guess the pen likes to write melancholic words.. Thanks Maria..

Vijay Pandit February 1, 2018 at 7:09 AM Reflective of a pen eager to write..faced with emotions.. unwanted. You captured this state of poetic solitude well, Silent One. Sad ending drenched in loneliness..perhaps just an illusion. Well written, as always. Silent One February 1, 2018 at 8:13 AM You are right Vijay, thank you..

Arturo Michael February 1, 2018 at 6:44 AM Beautiful lines one after the other...This one will remain in mind, "Virgin pages innocent in white," It has so much meaning...All the best SO Silent One February 1, 2018 at 8:13 AM Thank you Arturo..