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Silver Lining

?The day my Silver lining vanished away? I was traumatized, After walking through the bedroom door. No movement, or sign, Not one single breath left behind, the canvas has been painted black. Not a single image on the wall, I took one last gasp----- of nothing, No hint of musk in the air, Silently, I stare, to the unknown The positive aspect, gone, My unseen benefit is missing, The absent suitcase, The only clue! The burglar took it all, the garbage stood alone. This is not my home. Chaotic, disconcerted After walking through the bedroom door. by; PD

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 6/1/2014 12:16:00 PM
This is great. It makes you feel what is being felt in the poem. Very nice work!
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Date: 6/20/2013 10:11:00 AM
i took one last gasp of nothing !!! i really like the staccato feel of this one... leaves you with a strange sensation of breathlessness! I really enjoy your writing Linda carlos
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Date: 4/30/2013 3:45:00 AM
So barren. Must have felt totally screwed over. What a devastating experience this must have been! I certainly hope it didn't happen to you...but if it did, hey, something was taken and something was given. This poem. Thanks for sharing with us. I can't wait to read more from you PD! Always, Laura
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Date: 4/23/2013 12:35:00 PM
i THINK YOU HAVE FOUND IT AGAIN AS i SEE IN YOUR WRITES AND YOU PUT ME ON CLOUD NINE WITH YOUR WORDS XX DAVIDSCOTT
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Date: 4/17/2013 9:50:00 AM
I feel the emptiness in that room. take care, Betty
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Date: 4/15/2013 11:36:00 PM
I think that what you are doing really does help you to deal with your loss-- I can only imagine what must be going through your minds-- but yes, you are right, there is no other Bael, I hope Royal just lives near you, so you can see each other any time and you have Ezzelle-- how is the cutie pie? oh and yes, isn't that just funky when that happens? opening poems that sort of reinforce your own feelings??
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Date: 3/19/2013 4:48:00 PM
This would be a terrible thing to walk home too! You have it all then all at once... it's just gone. Hope this is just fiction and not a real event. Well written either way... it makes me think of how temporary things really are.
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Date: 3/13/2013 4:29:00 PM
This a moving write but so sad it touches the heart of a women. Thank you for sharing and I hope things get better.
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Date: 3/8/2013 4:15:00 PM
Must be a terrible emptiness. You've conveyed that feelng brilliantly. - Red
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Date: 3/6/2013 11:29:00 AM
I... think...no, I know, this is exactly how it feels. Been there.. 3 times. Really well portrayed.
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Date: 3/2/2013 5:27:00 AM
Good morning there my dearest sis! Thanks for an early HI and also for rereading my old poem ;)). It's evening now here. Well, I wish you and your family a great weekend and always wishing you all the best. I'll take my dinner outside for a while then come back on PS soon. Again, thank you so much for the reply, my win and everything! love and big sweet hugs, Leo
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Date: 2/22/2013 2:14:00 AM
Great poem, thank you for posting so I could enjoy it!! GypsyofEssence
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Date: 2/19/2013 5:16:00 AM
i love this
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Date: 2/15/2013 9:13:00 PM
Well, this is definitely a sad one! Broken hearted...Thanks for sharing and thanks for your comments. I always like to hear from you...xx Holly Moore
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Date: 2/10/2013 4:13:00 PM
Hi Pd, had surgery this past Monday and am lying around feeling sorry for myself.hope you are well. Can't seem to write now. Feeling sorry for myself helps a little rather than not feeling anything. I need to write again and wanted to thank you for your support.
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Date: 2/10/2013 6:43:00 AM
Well...good heartbreaking poem...
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Date: 2/9/2013 12:00:00 PM
Wow! A sensational poem with incredible ending. Thanks PD for visiting my Tanka Hug Me. I am still waiting for that hug. Thanks for your sympathy. Love. -Mohammad
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Date: 2/8/2013 4:40:00 PM
wicked mate see you have lots of inspearation my clouds always grey but hay hearing back from you picks me up when blue love your avitar wondering how you are xxxdavidscott
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Date: 2/8/2013 12:46:00 PM
the garbage stood alone...I love that for some reason...I think this is really cool, Linda.
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Date: 2/6/2013 9:31:00 AM
Lovely poem and thanks for all your comments on my poetry. Lola.
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Date: 2/6/2013 9:25:00 AM
How easily someone can take away your comfort and peace of mind - good descriptions and a shorty too :)
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Date: 2/5/2013 11:53:00 PM
Awesome!!;) love it
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Date: 2/5/2013 8:26:00 PM
A crime. Involuntary cold turkey.
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Date: 2/5/2013 12:25:00 PM
Hi Linda, they broke into my home while my son was home and held a knife to his throat while they ransacked our home. Thankfully they were caught and did time but the invasion leaves a scar. Nicely written,, blessings Carl
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Date: 2/5/2013 11:28:00 AM
Suitcase is gone in dream but not in real life indeed. It's a life poem wonderfully expressed. Loved always, bl
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