Silent Pain

Another great photo prompt from the noodlebumble, thanks! ♥

Silent pain screams volumes

in the middle of the night 

it blares like a herald'd trumpet

by day its sound blatantly echoes

lost the words to speak

or convey the angst within

stuck in a flutterby's cocoon

with no metamorphosis in sight 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

Nothing is quite as frightening as midnight thoughts, as you so put it. They have no meaning, they have no pattern nor will they be able to be fathomed into recognizable constellations. The thoughts just exist, let themselves be known in deafening silence that could probably drive a person to insanity. Well done, fine portrayal indeed.
Might I also say the visual aid only enhanced my personal emotions drawn from the poem? The poem and the picture compliment each other well.

[Frieda P]

Alone in the dark, with dark thoughts, what could be more deafening, thanks so much for your gracious review Tai.

[Belle]

I was about to give review but when I scrolled down I've read Tai's comment. I cannot say more, he said it all.

Now this silent scream you have shouted to us will go to my favorite shelf. Thank you for sharing, Frieda.

[Rebecca Buller]

This piece reminds me of a quote by Dean Koontz, who said, "Sometimes there is no darker place than our thoughts, the moonless midnight of the mind." Very well done, milady! And the photo you posted with this is eerily beautiful.

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That they do louder than words can ever speak! Orba maestro dear friend:)

[Baby Ricochet]

I really like this one. Good words Frieda

[Kenaz]

I do love the short poems. This piece made me feel claustrophobic, like I was trapped inside your dream. I felt the angst, just sitting there waiting for something to change, knowing that time would tick away without a glimmer of hope. Thanks for writing

[MCS]

I know that silent realm so well
Beautifully penned

[Tam Warink]

It has a sort of ink blot skein that promotes an antithetical well-being. The closer the intent the more heart-felt the illusion. I bask in cooling warmth of the indigo mists that surround eyes bleeding caput mortum deep. Frieda, you and the noodle should come over sometime and help me count windmill clouds.

[redzone]

pain that loses its speech, is indeed a horror Frieda, and while your words sear the heart, it was emotion well spent... I think the image of un-metamorphosised cocoons will haunt me for awhile... ~~redzone

[Sanober]

"stuck in a flutterby's cocoon
with no metamorphosis in sight "
Incredibly expressive lines. It is the worst kind of pain...one that cannot be spoken, nor can be quietened. A real powerful write here, beautifully captured. well done, my friend.

[kublakhan27]

There isn't much I can say about this one that you don't already know. You know I relate to it, you know I like the song, and you know I love your writing...wonderful work Mrs.R :)