Saudade

in the silence 

I see 

the flashes 

of mystery 

between the scattered pages 

of the story 

of my heart 

I have this: 

truth 

my love 

instincts driving 

the sacrificial need 

burned into my soul 

these words I bear 

this undeniable  desire

the crushing weight 

of the poetry 

of lonely nights 

my sin:   

devotion 

  

my solace: 

the mundane 

sound of water 

time be still 

this longing 

the silent sound 

I feel 

between each breath  

            saudade 

copyright 2015 Robin Christopher Amaral

Reviews

[Chris]

The "beauty" of language is all the more evident when you can define a "feeling" as being characteristic of a regional cultural diversity ...but... does one have to be of that "regional cultural diversity" OR from that particular region OR even - well, I think you get my drift ... to understand and be fully aware of that depiction?

So many words attached to heritages are seldom politically correct word usages whether racially or gender charged ...anymore. A rose is NOT a rose by any other name - in these times.

I liked the soft flow of the thoughts this one brought to mind.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

'Saudade' is a word that I recently discovered and made a mental note to write a poem around it. Small world to stumble across your poem. This just serves as an affirmation to continue with my intent.

Your poem is nature's bliss, a salve for the soul, and peace for the mind. Lovely!

[1VJ]

Such a beautifully written nostalgic piece, deeply affecting poetry.

[A.A.Romanczuk]

It's always like praying with you...breathing in your work

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

You write from such a beautiful and honest place in your heart...Indeed, from the pure silence of your mind and soul. Loved your words, especially ' In the silences I see flashes of mystery'...

[Emily B]

beautiful and austere, glad I wandered by