The impenetrable wall that ends worlds
and breaks friendships,
denying and harbouring wet rot.
Breaker of communication
leading to nothing,
only to wordless sorrow.
When it's over; too late to salvage
anything at all,
suffocated under years of pursed lips,
Silence seems golden; a masquerade.
By now, all you can do,
imprisoned by its brooding, silent walls,
is thumb through mute, photographed faces
and long for the loud times.
Author notes
For AL.
I shall write another about saying too much. I'm so sorry!!
A contest entry
- Silence by insearchofsweetness.
875 points, ended January 7, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Poetry, Poetry and PreWrites! by Lost Vampyre Angel.
1200 points, ended September 13, 2008, 340 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Let me know what you think. Comments and suggestions welcome.
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great job. wonderful write. The title is creative and caught my attention :-)
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sorry, i forgot your clappies
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an excellent sentiment and very well stated - the feeling, the impact of overstating something, saying too much, presented clearly. I did stuble a bit over that last stanza tho - the punctuation threw me off but i got the message.
blessings and best wishes,
~r.
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I like the compactness of this poem. It starts with an image (wet rot - very effective), takes you through situations and ends with a feeling evoked by motion. The end reminds me of a ghost town where unlocked doors and an upturned-carraige wheel rotate in the wind.
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You know I just looked at this one again and I don't know how I missed adding it to the preliminary round. Good job on it! I can at least give you 3 smiley faces since the contest is over
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"Suffocated under years of pursed lips" nice line. I like the thoughts here and the ending too. I would love to see this developed a little further. Thank you for the entry!
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