In the resonant noise of continual commotion,
as the voice of hysteria feels quietened
by the tender touch of consummate calmness,
the serene sheath of sentiments sinks slow
with uniquely unexpressed notion
in the unreachable forsaken depth of the mute mind.
When the cacophony outside finally subsides,
the unsaid becomes the sound of silence,
that vibrates where it finds the desired niche,
strikes softly the unknown chord of harmony.
The expression enunciates what isn’t conveyed yet
from the placid depth of quietude.
In the chaotic space of crumbled relationships
the squally sentiments spiral outraged
in the whirlwind of invasive indignation,
where they once grew in the eye of resentment storm.
Many hues of sensitivity act in the kaleidoscopic show
in the frozen depth of the heart unfeelingly hollow.
When the tempest stops after the apocalypse,
the designed perceptual shroud of stalled silence
spreads in the psychic pathway paved by cogent essence,
where the fragrant wind of seraphic spring blows
with floral emotions that walk the dormant desires
in the desolate streets of solitude.
Categories:
unfeelingly, analogy, emotions, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
Please don't wait
for me to feel it-
let's just start
from right here
awkward, numb and full of fear
it's now or never
Feeling dry
preserved, mummified
like something
long since dead
flickers of life in my head
haunting like a ghost
Trance-like walk
horror story style
down the aisle
children flee
mummy mumbles, blankly stares
heart and soul elsewhere
Still I try
to show up and care
God forgive
my dead soul!
Unfeelingly, I believe-
help my unbelief
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Another Shadorma, with apologies to readers expecting a Halloween poem! I found this tucked in my Bible from a Sunday a while back when I was depressed and not in a proper mind for worship. While it's a bit embarrassing to admit I feel this ambivalent at times, I'm posting this hoping it will comfort others who struggle with this as well.
Categories:
unfeelingly, depression, faith, how i
Form: Shadorma
I SPOT a lofty black cross
Standing conceitedly on a rock-strewn mount,
Where nothing akin to a tree can be seen,
Murky clouds hovering over it,
It is on this cross that she will
Sacrifice me for the sake of love
I OBSERVE dry as a bone grass,
That left chasing precious emerald existence
Because the master of life-rain
Could not depart the lucrative comfort of cloud nine
To reprieve underprivileged earthlings;
As the sunburned grass sever to shreds,
I perceive her love for me fading
Radically till nothing of it remains,
She tramples upon me unfeelingly
WHEN I raise my eyes to meet up hers,
Tears COURSE down my cheerless cheeks,
In her face I discern weariness, withdrawal.
She appears dull and outrageously sorrowful-
Conceivably I am a great irk to her,
She cannot let me feel her lips once more.
NOW alone I contemplate smoke rising,
I bathe myself in the glee of solitude,
Shrewd that hours of night must go a way
Paving way for hours of dawn that must also go a way;
That the putrid soul of mine
Possibly will one day be rapt and inspired
Though she has departed from me
Categories:
unfeelingly, loveme, me,
Form: Free verse
Mankind is a menace. He manages
To break that which is unbroken, and fix
What isn’t broke; Trespasses some places
Which are sacred to most. Savors conflict
Over harmony, unhappy when there's
None. Unfeelingly sloughs his only brother
Just to win his lovely wife. Unaware
He’s inhuman, hardly caring for others,
But demands it for himself. A selfish,
Greedy brute who takes more than is needed.
Destroys altars of worship; vanquishes
The weak, oft their cries will go unheeded.
This is the race that I’m a member of.
Ashamed, but a race I still deeply love.
Categories:
unfeelingly, introspectionrace,
Form: Sonnet