Like Harry Potter, the sorting hat (my mom)
has placed me in a bloody, crimson colored school.
It’s disorienting, as I go about, the logos are wack.
Poor little rich girl
no beachside lovers
this interminable, scorching summer.
I’m swept up by scholastic spirit.
Can you hear it? Cause it’s deafening me,
on this cool, dry, Boston orientation day.
As we finished our morning 8k jog,
the sunrise blossomed, painting hot lava clouds
with hues of yellow, orange and pink.
We’re traipsing unfamiliar paths,
It’s not what we’re used to, the roads are uneven
and the architecture’s all boxy and wrong.
.
.
Songs for this:
New Toy by Lene Lovich
Better After All by Jonatha Brooke
Now At Last by Feist
All the pain and the trauma are like scars on my heart.
To forgive and forget, it will tear me apart.
All the pain that was hidden, and the hurt we went through.
You never cared about us, it was all about you!
The mind games that you played, you controlled like a freak.
A manipulation of power, just proves you are weak!
Those bruises were real, and secrets were kept.
Not a care in the world for the lives you have wrecked.
I understand now, it was all about control,
And the misery and suffering has stolen her soul.
All the silence was torture, full of pain and distress.
Now she struggle's with thoughts that she tries to process.
The psychological trauma, with your games so unkind.
A puppeteer with a grip on the strings of her mind.
In power, you thrive as she crumbles away.
Your silence it deafens with these games that you play.
I'm no longer a pawn. I reclaim every word.
In the verity of healing, a voice, needs to be heard.
Though trauma may linger, these shadows will part.
I'll weave hope from the truth that you stole from my heart.
“ SO CAN REALLY LOUD NOISE”
I can not be swayed by a stranger's words;
they do not sound convincing to my ears.
For unlike a murmuration of birds,
a stranger's words cannot move me to tears.
Only those I let close can betray me;
for they are imbued with a shield of trust.
And because that shield blinds me, I can’t see
the footprints of betrayal in their dust.
Truth can be as deafening as silence;
when I choose not to hear what others say.
And though hope is not an exact science;
it's known to hold reality at bay.
Betrayal begins with trust, as does love,
the only emotion souls share above.
seeking still silence calm peace of quietude- piercing the echoes
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October 05, 2022
Poetry/Monoku/deafening silence
Copyright Protected, 10-1492-412-05
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, The Power of Silence
sponsor, JCB Brul, Judged 10/14/2022
First Place
connections
get
disconnected
conversations
go
silent
confusion
grows
into
omnipresent absence
omniscient apathy
trapped in
an
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of deafening absence
deafening absence
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[SIZE=5][B]Waking To New Dawn, Its Deafening Roar Of Silence[/B][/SIZE]
Then there are words that we fear to ever openly say
Like how our past view of life-this evil world, sets our paths askew
Like icicles crashing down into a bottomless gray
And those things we fear to face because they are new-
A move from peace and comfort into a faraway place
Or valleys, one so rightly would fear to ever tread
And death's unwelcomed blow with its monstrously wicked face
Or perhaps even greater, when we face - lonely silence instead.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-16-2022
( Facing The Infinite Depths Of The Void )
deafening silence
of midnight -
parenthetical barking
1/8/2022
Deafening din, to our chagrin
Egoic thoughts go viral
Stagnation therein is our sin
Fears and desires spiral
Abiding in silence
Joyous, our innocence
Synced to bliss pulse cadence
Here now within
Deafening din
19-November-2021
Quietus
I sit in silence
I breathe with no sound
I sit in silence
Just playing thoughts out loud
I watch the world from a window
I watch the window in a room
I sit in the room in quiet
I sit in the room with whom
Say something
Just one word
Say something
Silence is all I have learned
The silence of your speech,
it was for me the absence
most glaring and further
deafening
that in this life I harkened
and felt... !
When the deafening volume of love subsides, and is no longer heard. The softer melody of simply liking another, needs to replace it, being felt and expressed to another by more then a word. Otherwise in a vacuum of silence, who can be acknowledged and known? If interest in the humanity of another exits, how can it be shown?
Silence…
often the loudest voice of all
(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
Seeking
someone to be quiet with
so much noise
these thoughts
Deafening.
I sit here in silence, no more TV for me. I read and read, my eyes are now blood shot. I look out the window, I only see the summer birds taking flight. The day is done as I climb into my bed, the silence is deafening to me.
Date Written:6/22/2020
3 Place Reflection in Silence Contest Judged:6/25/2020 Sponsored by: Silent One
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