Silent One Poet Free verse

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Unessential Existence

"Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder"
Rumi

a concrete heart now 
resembles feathered textures
like a house made from lace
   words which were once ignored 
now wound through tormented thorns

life is like pages of petals withering in winter
and fate a butterfly without a blossom -
      in an analogy of caterpillar cruelty, 
predators feast upon cocoons

but in an upside world with endless doors
and disappearing stairs - 
there is no where to escape

in an orchard of naked trees,
a gardener cries without seeds,
breathing, but barely existing,
like a poetic muse without his ink
    colourless confetti drifting 
            like moonlight in daylight

his soul is a conquered fortress
   an empty vase with cracks
a flame unable to kindle
   his spirit is an anchored vessel
he has composed a song,
but he has no orchestra
    
a battered punching bag
without a boxer
   he can recall when rain
poured in musical colours
   when mirrors were pleasant
and shadows did not follow

time seems to reverse,
and all he can see are faces
without expression

without tender nourishment
only cold horizons flourish,
so he buries romance
into a loveless tomb.

Simple Musing

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Kai Michael Neumann December 10, 2024 at 6:49 AM Not so simple musing I think. This is beautiful ...

Duke Beaufort November 29, 2024 at 3:20 PM SO, you've created a masterpiece about a pessimistic situation. It's actually a pleasure to read as it focuses on some negative feelings and frustration with interesting images. I'm glad not living in this particular world for long...although certain leaders would like to dump us into it!

Jennifer Proxenos November 13, 2024 at 1:18 AM Never bury love into loveless tomb because it is eternal. Awesome write my friend. Blessings Jennifer Silent One November 13, 2024 at 7:20 AM Thank you Jennifer, you sent me a soup mail, but I am unable to read it, as you have not included a subject. They do not work when there is no subject. Take care.

Joe Maverick November 12, 2024 at 10:47 PM Hmm..I'd say this is a note to 2024 for sure' We are all contemplating the current world Those of us awake enough amyway..'

Paige Hind November 12, 2024 at 4:02 PM I could really feel the hollowness and desire for completion- dark images, a powerful poem

Michael Tor November 11, 2024 at 4:13 PM There is an emptiness within lacking in the sustenance of love eventually succumbing to a lifeless heart, each metaphor contributing to it's state of condition. You are one of the masters of metaphors Silent One it is your creative side that always delivers. I am always delighted to experience your thought process. Thank you for your effort in creating this piece so we can all enjoy. Thank you.

Sotto Poet November 11, 2024 at 7:11 AM Dear SO, Your poem touches on feelings of emotional emptiness, the fading of creativity, and the fight to survive in a world that feels cold and disconnected. The topic really brings out a strong feeling of yearning, showing how lively life can be while also pointing out the emptiness in emotions and creativity. You think back to a time that was vibrant and joyful, but now it feels clouded by sadness, loneliness, and a sense of being uninspired.

Nette Onclaud November 10, 2024 at 11:01 AM it figures now to me why a novelist titled a book, ' the heart is a lonely hunter' and you put more flesh to this thought with your piercingly wonderful images..much enjoyed , S !

Regina Mcintosh November 10, 2024 at 1:26 AM A house made of lace... love that. God bless you and your beautiful writings. Love, Gina

Valsa George November 10, 2024 at 12:51 AM Without love's sustenance, hearts grow arid and barren. As ever, you have powerfully expressed the vacuity you feel inside. "breathing, but barely existing, like a poetic muse without his ink colourless confetti drifting like moonlight in daylight" What powerful analogy. The last line made my throat choke..... "so he buries romance into a loveless tomb." Silent One, life is essentially absurd, but we have to have a balance between gain and loss. Love lost can be found. It was nice listening to your recital.

Andrea Dietrich November 9, 2024 at 11:27 PM I thought I had commented but looks like I didn't. You have woven your message so impressively here. Your simple musings are never quite simple, Silent One

Evelyn Judy Buehler November 9, 2024 at 10:07 PM I enjoyed reading this stellar, imagery rich poem. I loved, 'colourless cofetti, drifting like moonlight in daylight, and so many others.' Thank you for sharing.

Mystic Rose Rose November 9, 2024 at 6:34 PM wow, I was hypnotized by your voice, and the cadence of your poetry is simply sublime, :)

Joseph P. DiMino November 9, 2024 at 12:22 PM "he can recall when rain poured in musical colours when mirrors were pleasant and shadows did not follow" -- Love that! "he can recall when rain poured in musical colours when mirrors were pleasant and shadows did not follow" Very true. We can only reap what we plant -- rightly done, love is the harvest.

Anne-Lise Andresen November 9, 2024 at 11:16 AM - A deep and sad poem, my friend - hugs

Lin Lane November 9, 2024 at 10:10 AM A heart, hardened like stone feels nothing. Your comparisons are many and true expressions of the emptiness felt without love. "Moonlight in daylight" cannot be seen. A leafless orchard is useless, and a song composed but was never given a melody... that's the epitome of a heart without feelings. One that seems to have buried itself without being loved. Silent One November 9, 2024 at 11:00 AM Thank you Lin, always nice to hear from you.. You are pretty accurate in your feedback.. Have a nice weekend..

I Am Anaya November 9, 2024 at 10:02 AM Understanding spawns’ wisdom which inspires good will, essential for existence. Thunder just an effect, sprouts fear, it's braggadocio. Mother nature is fickle. Suffered affects from the battered and beaten down can only lose its affair with love's elements. Love the last stanza. Introspective and poignant poetry meant to be heard with your lovely voice, Silent One. Hugs ~ Anaya Silent One November 9, 2024 at 11:01 AM Thank you for appreciating.. I think many do not even realise there is audio lol.. Love can be a challenging thing in so many different ways..

Susan Ashley November 9, 2024 at 9:40 AM Dear Silent One, my inspiring poet friend, I am deeply moved by your potent and poignant portrait of a dejected heart and soul, empty from the loss of love's sustenance, meeting his "fate a butterfly without a blossom", "his soul is a conquered fortress/an empty vase with cracks/a flame unable to kindle" - such deep, rich emotional and physical imagery brings me into the scene with ease to witness his melancholy, broken spirit and pain. Your poetic artistry reaches new heights to touch down into the depths of my being. A masterwork of emotion, imagery, metaphor and soul. Your golden pen outshines the sun! Warmest wishes my dear friend.. ~Susan Silent One November 9, 2024 at 11:01 AM Hello Susan, always lovely to see you... Thank you for your feedback and appreciating my words..

Paula Goldsmith November 9, 2024 at 9:00 AM I enjoyed reading your wonderful write. Words are very powerful. So true, the rain grows the flowers. Have a blessed day/weekend writing away............... Silent One November 9, 2024 at 11:03 AM Indeed it does.. thank dear Paula

Ink Empress November 9, 2024 at 6:27 AM Dear silent one, whoa what a powerful write this is, your wordplay here is so strong and truly so creative, i love your word pairings such as “ caterpillar cruelty” thats a new one! “ house made from lace” “ his soul is a conquered fortress“ and many more! You’ve used so many metaphors here to depict so many suppressed emotions, and you did it in eloquence using alliterations and many more that truly stood out for me! I love the ending the most! The dark imagery there, but they say be alone, if to be with another feels like a constant battle such as “ a battered punching bag without a boxer“‘thats so deeply moving and poignant! I love your use of nature to enhance the emotions youv expressed here in such an impeccable manner! A brilliant one this is! Fave definitely! Sending you light always Silent One November 9, 2024 at 11:04 AM I do love to play around with words and focus on assonance... Always appreciate your visit.

Maria Williams November 9, 2024 at 4:29 AM Dear S1 your poem powerfully portrays the erosion of resilience and the descent into despair. Opening with a “concrete heart” softening to “feathered textures,” it evokes a soul worn down by life’s trials, as painful memories and unmet dreams twist through “tormented thorns.” Imagery of “a butterfly without a blossom” and “an orchard of naked trees” captures the desolation and lost potential, where creativity fades and strength crumbles Brilliant Musings as always ..hugs . Silent One November 9, 2024 at 11:04 AM Thank you sweet Maria... Always appreciate your visit and feedback..