Open Poetry #36 |
My Silenced Muse |
peppermint35 Senior Member
since 2000-05-28
Posts 1106Texas, USA |
My muse remains silent Though there's a murmuring, A soft whisper inside me A private communication I cannot interrupt No words can explain this nothingness, this emptiness this pain without end Part of me went with you Into that great unknown whose name we speak with trembling and trepidation If we dare speak it at all Though I know it's rebirth I cannot hear you or hold you I am desolate and alone "Shall I see you soon?" whispers that little voice "Not just now, not just yet".... So here I sit, silent Apart from this life Waiting until then. Pepper |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
a beautiful, tender write...feelings I have known~~ M |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Lavenia~ There is a soft beauty in the poignancy of this penning~ Nice to see you~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*No matter what I search for ... |
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HopeS Member Elite
since 2000-12-22
Posts 4596Perth Western Australia |
You expressed those feelings so well , I can relate Hope |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Sometimes while I read a poem, I catch myself saying "Oh, if only I had written this...." I just did. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
loved this... |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
I feel your muse is firmly standing and helping your thoughts quite well. |
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peppermint35 Senior Member
since 2000-05-28
Posts 1106Texas, USA |
Thank you for your replies.. but my muse is not really kicking it, only because it is broken.. for reals.. oh how can I say it.. there are no real words.. I always tried to write from my heart, from my feelings, from the depth or me, exposing the throat, even, being vulnerable, at least, but now.. I feel only like the walking wounded, stunned by these feelings that threaten to overwhelm, that do overwhelm, how many times.. I do not know... I am silenced, I suppose, also by the reality that all the times I have thought I felt grief, and I suppose I did feel it, how stupidly I assumed that this was the worst grief.. but it was not. Is this the worst grief, then.. I do not know.. but I cannot imagine one worse.. and I do not want to .. I truly do not want to... I am no longer complete.. I have written of heart breaking, of pain beyond words.. of agony.. but never truly felt them until now.. I may have used those words, but never thought you could truly have a wounded heart.. a heart that bled because a big hole had been ripped in it.. until I lost my daughter in that car accident.. and now.. words seem .. there are no words.. and so the muse remains silent. Pepper |
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