A Silenced Poet

a hollow silence now fills

the space of you

i once embellished with poetry



my fields lie fallow, the pen still...

so many syllables i twirled

into skeins of sinew -

a rumplestiltskin magic i used

to bridge the gap between our two selves

those carefully woven images

drift neglected, mute;

a lovely dream turned cobwebbed and shabby



it would be easy to claim

you'd stolen my words

but the truth is:



once unfettered,

released from their moorings,

they simply wandered away..

no longer mine

any more than you are

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Ach, the last line is the one...the whole poem is a poignant dance to that last line of loss. And I love the word 'sinew' ... apart from anything else it whymes with my surname. 'Silent/fallow/mute' are horrible fates for a poet and they underline the sadness of the loss, but the poem is eloquent and rich, capturing the wistful beauty in of sadness and loss.

[Periac]

i followed the charming bitterness until the last slap to their face.....
it would be easy to claim
you'd stolen my words
but the truth is

here was the perfect bridge to set up the change from bitterness to revelation and acceptance....

[Colin Mitchell Williams]

Have to say.... KUDOS.... a talented pen indeed !

[Eagle Cruagh]

Dang ! I am going to help you bring that guy back.
If you don`t solve this problem I`m gonna cry .

It is really a beautiful poem with all those fine words
and tender feelings. When you get to me like this
I know you have done something really creative.

My rating ----- 100 %

------ Eagle Cruagh

[Wildfleour]

I must say I completely agree with with "Orlando" wrote. I have known this feeling, intimately and you gave it a voice.

[deeps]

This is really wonderful
I can feel all the emotion you put into this.
Very well expressed.