Your poetry is a breaking of water, a
birth pang, let us talk instead of
seeds. Of skin. Of earth. Of before.
What did you really mean when you
wrote of love? How distant is the word
from the thought? Is silence the purest
word, stripped of pretence, emotion
submitting naked to the starlight? If I
imagine you -without words- silence burns
midnight blue, is the colour of afternoon
lust, I sense you like a second
wound, a noiseless picking of scab from
an unseen cut. I do not speak. Silence is where
we go when we go beyond love, where
we spool back our lines, unmask our
metaphors, where we accept that the
poem is a false reckoning, realize that silence
is a euphemism for scream.
Wow! I mean, wow!
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Thanks so much! So glad you liked it!
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An amazing poem!!!
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Thank you Annell.
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The silence can speak volumes between two people.
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Sublime. I like how you unroll these questions. Love the sense of peeling away laters to reveal the truth.
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Thank you Vivian.
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🙂
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Silence hurts more than words – it slashes the darkest parts of the poetry of love.
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It does…it does! Thank you Truedessa.
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“…I sense you like a second
wound,”
Leaving a Thot: That was outstanding, moving right along but after the quote above, I lost the thot.
… I sense you like a second
wound… that ending, for me, a very powerful Thot. Wrapped all things up. Cool : )
Always a pleasure to visit your site.
ZQ
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Thanks so much for your kind comment ZQ. Much appreciated!
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Wow! That last line … goosebumps. Another brilliant – POWERFUL – write,
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Thanks so much Wendy!
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Ouch…these images come with a bite.
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🙂 Thank you!
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The calm of silence veiling a chaos made of screams. Wow.
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Thank you Magaly.
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Amazing and beautiful, thought-provoking and at the same time infinitely satisfying.
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Thank you Rosemary.
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‘Silence is a euphemism for scream’….wow is that deep truth. I continue to read this and am blown away by all the images and metaphors.
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Thank you Donna…
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I love the title – midnight blue silence (the colour of lust) is gorgeous, Rajani. I also love the question:
‘…Is silence the purest
word, stripped of pretence, emotion
submitting naked to the starlight?’
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Thanks so much Kim.
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How I love “silence is where we go when we go beyond love.” That is so true. And the idea it is a euphemism for scream is startling, but also very apt.
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Thank you Sherry…
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Is silence the purest word?
What a great question to ponder… and pure can both mean sharp as a sword, or soothing like dressing on wounds…
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Absolutely! Silence is both choosing not to speak and not having the option to speak.. thanks Bjorn.
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Wow, wow, wow! ❤️ This is incredibly deep, Rajani and has so many quotable lines. Especially like; ” Is silence the purest word, stripped of pretence, emotion submitting naked to the starlight?” ❤️
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Thanks so much Sanaa…:)
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I love the poem as birth pang or breaking or crashing on water. How distant is the word
from the thought? is such a good question. The picking of the scab and the silent scream resonate with me.
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Thanks so much Colleen. …
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I may need a little time to think about these conjectures. Love is certainly happy in silence, but silence a euphemism for scream? I think not.
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🙂 Thanks Robin.
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The closing line caught me off guard. I have to admit that I’m not sure I agree with it. Silence a euphemism for scream? Hmm. Need to think about that some more. Pardon me while I retreat into silence…
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Silence is sometimes a wonderful thing… not always, not always!!
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Ooh, this silence resounds and reverberates through the intricacies and intimacies of human relationships — being a euphemism for scream is such a strong sentiment. I’ll be left wondering over it for a while. It’s after all true that silence says more than words ever can.
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True.. and so many types of silences, not saying so many different things! Thanks Anmol.
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A beautiful use of metaphors in images, in service of a sublime theme! I especially love your closing line!
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Thanks so much Frank.
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Love the ideas in this – and the poem as ‘a false reckoning’ is terrific.
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Thank you Peter 🙂
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