_Silence of the verse_

Buried alive under darkly jaded poetry

   ink trickled a hideous shade of envy,

 breathe in your words

    and I'm left trembling

             withering on an exhaled vine

there once was a stanza,

    pen'd in rose tinted hues

        used to dance 'tween the lines

               all that remains are metered thorns

           

sonnets darkly etched upon my breast,

    the silence of rhyme

          in regretful wasted time, 

        bled out without a single sound

          leaving behind an empty verse

                     & an embittered love song...

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[redzone]

OUCH, what a heart breaking poem... it bleeds the silence and anger of "all that remains are metered thorns / sonnets darkly etched upon my breast," I love these lines too, " and I'm left trembling / withering on an exhaled vine"... the emptiness that flow through your poem is palpable and leaves the reader feeling betrayed by silence and in need of warmth of loudly "rose painted hues"... And as usual, the music adds a deeper dimension to your words... ok think I will go listen to Mozart's "Requiem" and cheer up some... you always make my heart burn Frieda... and I love you for it
~~redzone

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful artwork and song. The words we do not speak are very meaningful. The eye and movement of body can make us know we are okay or not. No weakness in the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Tai Ryens]

Truly a clever piece by relating love to poetry, feeling the need to complete the poetry using meters and stanzas and preset frames to fill in, and feeling the strain of needing to rhyme and needing to match the meter when a freestyle form of poetry would work in just the same way, unrestrained by the expectations of the norms. Well done indeed!

[KK]

I especially liked this piece. Good job, I enjoyed

[TL Boehm]

oh those first two lines are especially rich. Yes. beautiful poem here.

[MOON]

Jaded and a loss for words , beautifully conveyed.. Sad and true.

[Einstein Noodle]

into my favorites this goes .. the exquisite pain of poetry burned in love ... i think this is top notch writing .. love love love it! well done says i ..bravo ...
E.

[Lauriegirl]

Well said and penned. I feel the power of your words here and the rhythm is spot on..Great write

[R Smith]

you have such a natural flow of words of which I am extremely envious, as always your poetry is sublime.

[sharonlee]

Hauntingly graceful Frieda... I left mourning the flower, dried and losing its petals one by one.
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(¸.•´ (¸.•` ¤ Peace & Blessings *´¨)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

like "silence of the lambs"
we are consumed by the poem, we fall for its enticement, and then find out there are just shallow words we have naively drowned ourselves in.
and someone is grinning sardonically as he or she digests our heart.