Silent One Poet Sonnet

Sins of Ancestry

Burning in black flames of eternal woes,
my heart yearns to find answers it's needing.
Skin begins to wilt like a winter rose,
bruised from deep wounds of internal bleeding.

Haunted by sad soul's whimpering mourning,
shards of hope crack like dire demolitions.
Stumbling and crumbling without a warning.
An endless demotion of emotions.

Hail of tears plunder on marble tombstones.
I question the deceased for explanations,
but beneath the earth they have become bones.
I turn to the skies to express frustrations. 

Taking back my pain, so pardon my pleas,
as I raze the roots of my ancestry.

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Rukhsana Afridi February 22, 2024 at 12:31 PM This poem is very interesting and I enjoyed it:) The rhyming was very rhythmic :) Excellent! One’s ancestry can be mysterious.

Duke Beaufort February 3, 2024 at 10:49 AM A lot of us want to know about ancestry. The world is changing so fast, that I try to focus on the present. However, we do need to understand the present in terms of the past so that we can restore justice for all. Not easy for many who might have to rethink where their life of charms came from. Silent One, you have a lot to say, and I'm thinking that the intensity of your words is ironic in terms of your poetic title. Words from you are very potent.

Karen Jones February 2, 2024 at 6:45 PM This is somber and heartbreaking yet beautifully executed. How many of us have questions and can only look up to the sky in frustration. This one is unique and thought provoking!

Janice Canerdy February 2, 2024 at 1:01 PM Very expressive and thought-provoking, S.O.! Janice

Richard Lamoureux February 2, 2024 at 8:28 AM When we are reduced to bones what answers will we yield to our ancestors? Those of us who write may indeed be able to speak to them.

Abdullah Alhemaidy February 2, 2024 at 4:40 AM Attractive title! Very smooth powerful great poem! A favorite for sure :-)

Jerry Brotherton February 1, 2024 at 6:56 PM Silent One, another brilliant poem from your mind and pen. You are such an inspiration to me. I am amazed at your talent and creativity. I'm beginning to sound like a stalker now. Have a great day, my friend.

Daniel Henry Rodgers February 1, 2024 at 5:30 PM Dearest Silent One, You have really delved into the depths of ancestral wounds and the struggle to break free from their haunting grasp. I also dealt with those ancestors with no answers. The imagery is powerful, evoking a sense of turmoil and determination. It’s like a journey of reclaiming one’s identity amidst the shadows of the past. Oh, the pain of raw emotions! - Blessings, my Friend! Daniel

Bill Baker February 1, 2024 at 3:42 PM Powerful poetry, Silent One. We all seem to call out for help from those that have passed, those that may have some answers for us. But seldom do the dry bones respond, and to the sky we lift out cries of helplessness. Thanks for sharing your thoughts through a sonnet today. I do love sonnets. Have a great day! Bill

Vijay Pandit February 1, 2024 at 1:44 PM Impactful memory recall harkens back to yore--haunted is that realm:--Skin begins to wilt like a winter rose, bruised from deep wounds of internal bleeding--such intense emotions you convey my friend. Some memories are painful: Hail of tears plunder on marble tombstones, as you say. Powerful in every way!

Sara Kendrick February 1, 2024 at 12:10 PM The only way we can understand our ancestor/s is to have walked in their shoes/moccasins so to speak. If we think they did wrong, we have to forgive them and go on trying to not make the same mistakes. Thank you for sharing this rich one with us. Sara K

Arlo Parker February 1, 2024 at 11:14 AM Insightful trails to follow in this one. Loved it, S1. :o/

Ink Empress February 1, 2024 at 10:45 AM What a deeply moving sonnet this is dear silent one, your rhymes are brilliant and flow of your lines really hits strong and is soul stirring! I love the way especially youv written “ my heart yearns to find answers it's needing. Skin begins to wilt like a winter rose,“ longing to find answers and the how time is of no mercy, to grant answers is really powerful! “Stumbling and crumbling without a warning. An endless demotion of emotions.” How creative is your wordplay, and use of poetic tecnhiqu Ink Empress February 1, 2024 at 10:47 AM Wow! “ I question the deceased for explanations, but beneath the earth they have become bones.” those lines! Really made me go whoa! So deep! This definitely is a very moving poem that depicts an individuals longing for understanding all that which is around, and frustrations that come from not receiving or finding the light as they drown in these questions so evocative and engaging, pleasure reading your poem as always.

Aqua Marine February 1, 2024 at 10:29 AM There is hope... Some of us have "razed the roots of our ancestry," and the answers are liberating as self awareness sheds light on our innermost selves. We need to listen, and be heard... Understood, and stood by. Love is fellow feeling and compassion, not judgment. (((Warm hugs)))