Sound

February 7, 2017 TheFeatheredSleep

img_3797-2 Solitude does not take so very long

before undoing our need for sound

or the beating on tin roof

of rain and words and meaning too

as she lay beneath persistent thrum

seeing no language necessary or brave enough

to furnish her with sufficient description

how does the rain tell tin or some other fabric

the lingua of a heart?

or perhaps a thin line of wire

connecting and disconnecting thought

in fragile measure

how does it relate? That old scarred ache

persisting beyond the tongue?

into a realm where words cannot

fathom the depths of hurt enough

there are times when silence and that

open mouth pressed against knuckle

diving into foam, in brief deafening wail

of nature lashing herself with hues of red

as if it rained color instead of remorse

she tried to take your hand though wet

lost grip and slipped before gained

swallowed up against sliding words

we no more

have left

they are ushered to quiet places within

the fragility of our hang

Ariel do you mark this weathered vane?

before it slips willingly beyond us

severing source

in shadowed formation

sea birds break their sleep

with first glimpse of

dawn

18 thoughts on “Sound”

The gulls give a peaceful end to this torment, or respite at least.

Thank you beautiful friend. I was thinking of you this AM because yesterday I was going through all your books thinking I must get a Kindle and read them as I only read paper-books and so I cannot get all of yours. You are so talented I am always so impressed and mostly glad to know you because your reach is far xo

Love this so much Candice, perhaps cause I find meaning in solitude? I don’t know. Fantastic piece of art you created nonetheless

I haven’t done paper versions of most of them. It’s hard, frustrating work and it costs—you have to keep buying copies to check the cover’s come out right. I haven’t recuperated the cost of making paper copies of the two that I did go ahead with.

Ah, the two sides of the solitude spectrum. It can be great in certain cases and for certain durations, but not as a constant.

I cherish my moments of solitude. But then, I am not plunged into depths of despair. They nurture and nourish me 🙂

We can become accustomed to almost anything…even solitude, so that at times it almost becomes a preference. Hope you are well my friend.ღ

An excellent concept so well portrayed

Loneliness expresses the pain of being alone and solitude expresses the glory of being alone. ~ Paul Tillich

Some people can’t stand being alone. I love solitude and silence. But when I come out of it, I’m a regular talking machine. It’s all or nothing for me. ~ Celine Dion

To go out with the setting sun on an empty beach is to truly embrace your solitude. ~ Jeanne Moreau

Your portrayed the sound of loneliness in the most beautiful way.

Hope you enjoy these quotes. As I read your poem it reminded me of solitude.

I LOVE my fellow post! Continue to express through written words of YOUR inner voice

*poets

Just saw this beautiful, haunting piece. So much gorgeous heartbreaking imagery by I cannot let go of “she tried to take your hand though wet/lost grip and slipped before gained.” Such piercing loss.

“Solitude does not take very long…. ” before…. ” so true as I have spent much time in solitude. Not a good place to be for long periods of time. Thank you!