TO EVER SILENT BE

Mysteries of the dead.

TO EVER SILENT BE

The driving force of mortal dreams

Lie hidden deep within the soul

And every night they seek to find

A place they've never been

The story starts and ends the same

And every smile begins to fade

Within the light of darkest night

Where hopes lie cold and still

The dead cannot bespeak their claim

To any wish of faith or whim

But must attune their heart of stone

To ever silent be.

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Sharon Peeples 2020

Reviews

[Lorry]

I've always been a fan of ever silent be, right up to the point I have no choice, and then I'm sure I'll think of plenty to say, if I get time to.
The mortal dream and spirit are both things we have no control over, yet remembering the dream at least gives a feeling of some kind of presence, which sounds a bit better than the game over version.
One things for sure though, if death is like dreaming, I'll be happy. I wonder if you need to pre book extra pillows 😀

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you ever so much for your beautiful review of this write! I appreciate you. ~Sharon

[Robert Trakofler]

This is one of those poems for me that's best spoken aloud. It's funny but I can still hear the voices of some of the ones of whom have passed in my mind not everyone, but some voices never seem to go:) a bleak quality of feel comes at the end of this poem but in it's unfold to me is a hidden statement that the motions of movement set long ago motion mine today

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you kind sir for a beautiful review of this write! ~Sharon

[barleygirl]

I had to read this slowly twice before I could figure it out. From your byline comment I think it's about "the dead" but while reading it I felt it was about "the living" -- the way some can obsess about dying. My understanding started off with the opening line -- "Mortal dreams" I took to mean dreams about our mortality, which would require a warm body. That's why this seems like it's about a living person obsessing about death more than being about "the dead." Or it could be about a living person being haunted by "the dead". I love the last line of V1 becuz it makes these slithering visions seem kinda playful yet sinister. In fact, both these poems of yours I've just read have that same nicely blended sensation of being playful & sinister, a juxtaposition I love! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you my friend for your beautiful and perceptive review of this write! ~Sharon

[wordman]

memories cover more than half our lives,loved it

[Miss Sharon]

Indeed they do Ron! Thanks for reading my friend. ~Sharon

[wordman]

you`re welcome sharon

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[Chris Shaw]

I still hear my departed loves ones in my mind. I memorise their voices and listen for them. One thing is for sure, I feel their presence, often when least expected. When that happens it is a wonderful thing. Thank goodness for memories. They sustain us when the going gets tough, and it does. Another beautiful, heartfelt poem Sharon from your talented classical pen.

Chris

[Miss Sharon]

(Thank goodness for memories. They sustain us when the going gets tough....Indeed they do my dear. Thank you for the kind review. ~Sharon

[Lydia Shutter]

No, they can not speak to us directly, but we feel their presence and I believe they can guide us. The flow and rhythm of your words is consistently wonderful. Kudos. Lydi**

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you so much for your kind review of this post my dear friend. It is always good to hear from you! ~Sharon

[jacob erin-cilberto]

they may be silent, but we still feel them, we know they are around, maybe as guardian angels...
I still feel the ones I have lost...they are forever with me...
such a hauntingly beautiful piece here, Sharon,
j.

[Miss Sharon]

Thanks so much Jacob. I always appreciate hearing from the "very talented" writers! ~Sharon