Eileen Manassian Poet Free verse

Silently You Watch

Silently you watch me suffer
My cries for help unanswered
I thrash about in my pain
Driven insane by….
The Silence
“She will survive.
She will rise.”
You comfort yourself with these words
Sure that you will not be summoned
To attend a funeral

Ah, there is truth in that
You WILL not be summoned
For there are no attendees
At the funeral
Of a soul
A heart
A dream
Of Love
…….Silence……

The thrashing and moaning lessen
Time passes
The silence... d
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                    p
                     e
                    n
                       s

You breathe a sigh of relief
It is over
And yet
The silence is broken
Something keeps playing in your mind
Music
       Notes
              Sorrowful wailing sounds
You cannot block out
It is the requiem
A dirge for my dead heart

Thoughts resurrect
A love still burns
Finally…
You come to search 
To find
To verify...

S....i....l....e....n...c....e

Dead hearts don’t speak

You missed the funeral
And the burial
Now….
Do not disturb
My resting place
Yes, stand there
Stand still
With bowed head
Listen…..listen to the silence
A silence matching
The silence
Of your own dead heart
Listen....Listen to 

  THE SILENCE

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Brian Strand March 31, 2014 at 2:05 AM Thank you Eileen for your comments on my comments in Debbie's blog.I've added another suggesting folk read Paul's address to the Aeropagus.Have a good day.Rgds Brian

John Loving Iii March 27, 2014 at 6:20 PM I feel you on this one. it's something real about it and personal. a one sided argument. Eileen Manassian March 30, 2014 at 6:07 AM Hi, John...Oh, but I didn't get the signature! :( Thanks for visiting, though. Appreciate it.

Scott Thirtyseven March 27, 2014 at 4:11 AM The way you play with words here, is tantalising. Spacing out my reading, the emphasis. Love the look and the read of this poem. Sorry to hear where you were at when you wrote it. Eileen Manassian March 30, 2014 at 6:08 AM Thanks, Scott, for your kind comment. I'm better now...I have my days. You have brought joy with your post.

Debbie Guzzi March 26, 2014 at 10:33 PM very powerful! Eileen, if you want send me the verse in soup mail or email & I'll let you know re: the contest - Light & Love Eileen Manassian March 30, 2014 at 6:09 AM Thanks, Deb. Yes, I will email you today. I was a bit OUT OF IT, lately! Hugs

Donna Jones March 26, 2014 at 10:22 PM Hey you!!!!! Chin up!!! You are woman!!!! Hear you roar!!!! Everyone needs companship of course..certainly....but....accept and love yourself first.....you're worrying me...and I can't reach you to hug you...:-( Eileen Manassian March 30, 2014 at 6:12 AM MD...Read this at the time and was touched. Wasn't OK back there. I'm better now, though...still struggling a bit. Do love you loads for worrying about me and loving me. May God bless you for it. Hugs

Richard D Seal March 26, 2014 at 7:51 PM Ok, I know I've been away a while but there's no need to be so morbid about it lol. You certainly have a way of telling it my little Desert Orchid and you say it in BIG letters. Take care, Richard Eileen Manassian March 30, 2014 at 6:14 AM Sorry, Mr Seal. Can't help bit be morbid, and you have been gone an AWFULLY long time! ;) You are a tease! BIG LETTERS from a BIG GIRL, and why not? Hugs

Andrea Dietrich March 26, 2014 at 5:44 PM wow, you told HIM. I just love how you finished with Silence in BIG letters as it were Yelled at him. This is a great metaphor for dead love. Awesome. Eileen Manassian March 30, 2014 at 6:15 AM Sure tried! ;) Thanks, Andrea. Yes, there is a term for that....hee hee! It's good to vent now and again. Thanks for the visit. Lots of hugs

Tim Smith March 26, 2014 at 4:27 PM Keep writing, keep speaking, keep expressing your emotions. These feelings will pass and when they do you can step out into the light and shine....Hugs Tim Eileen Manassian March 30, 2014 at 6:16 AM Yes, God willing. Thank you for your kind words. Was lost a bit back there. Feeling a bit better though..

Paul Callus March 26, 2014 at 2:37 PM I am at a loss Eileen. The mood has not changed much these past few days. The fight within just won't abate. I believe that it's not words of consolation that you want, but your own strength and resolve...that is what will pull you through. I will not urge you to rise; I will instead urge you to believe. // hugs // paul Eileen Manassian March 26, 2014 at 2:41 PM Paul....no, the mood hasn't changed much. Some things in life cannot be changed...no matter what. You must accept.....the confines of your reality. It will pass...with time. I go through these spells now and again. My friends know...I need to hibernate for a while, and then I'll be back out of my shell. Life is not always a bed of roses, is it? Sometimes we need to see what others go through...to appreciate...the light. Thank you for the kind visit.

Ken Carroll March 26, 2014 at 12:18 PM A lovely, poignant and well crafted write Eileen.. Eileen Manassian March 26, 2014 at 12:57 PM Thank you, Ken. Glad you were able to visit...

Roger Horsch March 26, 2014 at 9:24 AM We all love everything about you Eileen. A very well written poem my friend......Hugs.......Roger Eileen Manassian March 26, 2014 at 12:58 PM Thank you, Roger. Very kind words you've shared here with me. I appreciate it.

Richard Lamoureux March 26, 2014 at 9:21 AM This makes me sad, I direct you back to hands of light. Let them lift you. Hugs Rick. The poem itself is brilliantly expressed, I just don't like the way it makes me feel. Richard Lamoureux March 26, 2014 at 6:03 PM That is true my dear. Eileen Manassian March 26, 2014 at 1:00 PM Thank you, Richard...Those hands of light sometimes need human hands to lift....a human voice to speak...a human heart to understand. He works through people....as the song goes..."We are his hands...to touch the world around us." He works through people. Thank you for your words on my work. Much appreciated. Sorry it made you feel pain...friends carry each other's pain, right?

Demetrios Trifiatis March 26, 2014 at 9:07 AM "Silence is the death of love!" William Shakespeare! My dear Eileen, we suffer in the degree we do not accept reality! Stop suffering! Get up! Go ahead! Live and Love again! Eileen Manassian March 26, 2014 at 1:01 PM You are faithful and true in what you say....Thank you, Demetri. You have been supportive through my time of trial. I appreciate it.

Poet Tacito March 26, 2014 at 8:47 AM Damn...it's time be heard over the silence, I'd say. Like, for good...strong writing. BIG INTERNET FRIEND HUG! Eileen Manassian March 26, 2014 at 1:02 PM Thanks, Drake. You are sweet. Internet hugs help a lot....Hugs back at ya.