Thursday, May 30, 2013

Crap...and Poetry

Okay, I was thinking about my poems and the one down below came to mind.  MamaRose is the name I use when I have done open mike poetry and she is my alter ego as a storyteller.

When Silence Spoke

Silence is quiet, no noise, no voice,
But on this dreary afternoon, it spoke to me,
I heard it whisper from the corners of this room
Whose sides were too close, far too close,
I heard its mournful whine painfully scale
The walls and creep into my ears,
Low wails of sorrow darkened the joy of my
Rebellious spirit and rent my heart into shard,
After piercing shard, I ached, I churned.
A silent, painful moan laced with a scent of wine
Escaped my lips in a wordless gasp.
Silence spoke in the agony of noiseless tears
Cascading down the cliffs and valleys of the form
Into which I had contorted.
Today, this day, silence spoke to me.

~ MamaRose ~




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God given words that have guided my life -

"When you have come to the end of all the light you know and it's time to step into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing that one of two things shall happen. You will be given something solid to stand on or you will be taught to fly."
Edward Teller