_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

[A. Amos]

Elegant and poignant piece, love the song...

[Frieda P]

I was actually inspired by the music, thanks so much Amos.

[Matching Socks]

This is beautiful yet sad Frieda. xo

[Frieda P]

Thanks Ana Sophia. xo

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Such a sad and empty refrain. No life and love is always there if you want to take it.........

[Frieda P]

Such is life sometimes John, thanks muchly....

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Noooooooooooooo. Take it!

[Frieda P]

Like you've never been.......................

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Stop...............please.

[Frieda P]

Oh man, you can give it though.

[Lyn Anderson]

This is sad, with a tremendous sense of anger and loss. Jaded indeed.

[Frieda P]

I go where the wind blows me, thanks so much KL.