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Dear soul: please speak without sound.

 

 

 

 

 

i have sung to you today, sung songs that only you and i can hear--

 

the ones when sorrow sings so much louder than the prouder parts of us put together.  and i have weathered yet another angry cloud, that swelled much more serious than hell, yet had the very same effect.

 

i have been burned for my beliefs, forced to learn life without luxuries and yearned for yellow behind the yolks of our eyes; yet i despise self...and you too, and the sights that we share.

 

there are moments when i utter despair and you cry; minutes when i mutter simplicities and you sigh, so i mention emotions that seldom etch selves to mind...and you shatter, crumble and shred

 

and so we fall into this, without stalling or pausing for breath; without dancing with death (just her alibis).  we slip, trip, unzip ails...like sleeves and heave for a heart who steals her own sobs.

 

i'm tired of weak and worthless, fatigued to find no face upon our frowns, that can handle harms like a shoulder's shrug and i am sad that those shimmers of rare relief can feel so damned euphoric...

 

so it is time the fight was thrown; time that pain became less powerful than innocence;

 

time to pull courage from core, even if she refuses to release rain without writing it down.

 

together, we are whatever the answers may be, whatever the world wishes us to wear and whatever worth we wish to claim for our cause...because, although we barely breathe...silence has become our shelter.

 

 

 

 

love,

laura.

 

 

 

 

 

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Letter 6 "...there is only one solitude, and it is vast, heavy, difficult to bear..."

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  • Draig aine gold member
    1 day ago
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    stunning

    together, we are whatever the answers may be, whatever the world wishes us to wear and whatever worth we wish to claim for our cause...because, although we barely breathe...silence has become our shelter.

    a lonf shiver, what a glourous write


  • Night Hope gold member
    2 days ago
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    Congratulations on this very fine piece and winning the gold, Laura. Brava, Scribe.


  • JinSays gold member
    2 days ago
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    one thing I love about your writing is that every line has a meaning and a purpose, you dont waste words or emotions. this one you let it out and inspected it and put it all away again and came away with no real answers, but the search is the beauty of it all unto itself, is it not? very powerfully felt-

    we are whatever the answers may be, whatever the world wishes us to wear and whatever worth we wish to claim for our cause..

    really loved that, but this whole thing is one quotable line after another.
    love,
    jin


  • abernaith
    November 18
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    I am rendered breathless from the haunting and beautiful images in this poem.
    Just a query on the arrangement: I gather that you didn't cut lines purposely and to achieve a certain effect (of an emotional trauma-induced breathlessness, at least imo), but I just want to ask if you've considered cutting the lines shorter anyway and what would you think that would have done for the poem's 'emotional flow', as it were? This is just my take on things--I think cutting the lines at around midpoint would amplify the raw emotion rather than reduce it, with the added bonus that it's a little tidier..

    • Laura Lamarca gold member
      2 days ago
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      i wrote this as poetic prose and in letter format, hence the formatting; changing the line-breaks and editing-out some words would make it a poem and i wouldn't write a poem to my soul...a letter was more befitting in this instance - it makes it far more personal and so makes the content more impactful upon the reader - it takes you to core instead of letting you slide along skin.

      thank you for your comments and applause, it's been a very long time since i saw you...welcome back to my pages. i hope you're well.

      • abernaith
        1 day ago
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        Congratulations on the win! It's only when you clarified that this was meant to be a letter that I realized how intimate your words were and, yes, I have no qualms with the formatting now.
        In other news: Yes, I've been away for quite a while, but I guess I just had to go back to my writing roots, and even though it's been so long, AP still feels like home, partly also because of wonderful people like you!

  • Yvette Champ gold member
    November 17
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    L,
    I love the title, it says all there is to say with beatific brevity. Your letter is littered with leaves from your tree and stands with hands held high reaching the sky.


    "Silence has become our shelter" and poetry is the parasol for ourselves to swirl throughout the book of days.


    Well Done


  • Poetic-Theorem gold member
    November 5

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    Incredible penning..our chaotic world seems to become more battered and fragile as time lingers on..the hustle and bustle that societies demand out of us is draining onthe soul..despair, depresion, heartaches, numerous pains [physical and emotional] are making us weak..feeling more insignificant..a mere grand of sand on a huge crowded beach..I feel like a prisoner to lonliness; however, you give solitude another perspective..silence to gather our minds, bodies and souls to face all the damned cruelties that slap us in the face..

    I may not be interpreting your brilliant piece correctly,
    but this is how your words made me feel
    A poetic marvel..love & light..David

    • Laura Lamarca gold member
      November 5
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      "this is how your words made me feel" - just the fact you feel them is impressive enough, the fact you felt them for yourself and not for me directly, is a bonus.

      long time no see Mr Theorem, welcome back to my pages, i've missed ya.


  • still.she.waits
    November 4

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    the ones when sorrow sings so much louder than the prouder parts of us put together. and i have weathered yet another angry cloud, that swelled much more serious than hell, yet had the very same effect.


    i have been burned for my beliefs
    ...yet i despise self...and you too, and the sights that we share.

    there are moments when i utter despair and you cry;
    so i mention emotions that seldom etch selves to mind...and you shatter, crumble and shred

    we slip, trip, unzip ails...like sleeves and heave for a heart who steals her own sobs.


    time to pull courage from core, even if she refuses to release rain without writing it down.

    ...because, although we barely breathe...silence has become our shelter.





    damnit la la.
    just... damnit...

    love you sweetheart.
    you write where I fear to tread, and so much more eloquently....



    ~case


    • Laura Lamarca gold member
      November 5
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      i love you too.
      i'm sorry i'm so quiet...i don't mean to be ignorant, i'm just trying to keep it all inside.

  • Night Hope gold member
    November 4
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    "and so we fall into this, without stalling or pausing for breath; without dancing with death (just her alibis)."

    This is such a poignant and elegant response to your chosen prompt, Laura. Written with such depth of honesty, such an acknowledgment of human frailty and strength we find within our bones, in spite of our hesitation. And your final line...stunning. Indeed, to be a writer of any means, we must have solitude, shelter and inevitably - silence, so that we may gather our thoughts into a worthy bouquet, as you have done with this piece. Good luck in Jin's contest, Sweetie.




  • Hetha gold member
    November 4

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    This spoke volumes to me, dear sister.

    "time to pull courage from core, even if she refuses to release rain without writing it down." -courage also has many alibis as well. Finding true courage at its' core is the hard part, and dragging her out, is like trying to take a cat to the veterinarian. Courage will hiss, scream and growl at you, even after you calm it down. That type of courage is true courage, and should be handled with care and discretion. She fights, because she is scared, shaking, teary-eyed and feels helpless to the situation, and feels there is nothing else to be done, but to face the problem, even though she wants to hide. Courage is very much needed though, if anything to survive. It takes love, patience and persistence to handle true courage.

    You have true courage and plenty of it to spare.

    Love You,
    ~Hettie

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