Shattered is silence
Desolate infestation
My fluent whispers
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.
Beautiful Write Up Vinay 🙂
You never cease to amaze me Leo on the variety of poems you write.These words are excellent.Yvonne.
The voice of this piece is so sensual.Lovely.
haunting words.
Dear Leo;"Silence will not be shattered, if I have to make some whispers"…It is any kind of reaction that would shutter that silence!You are always amazing Leo… I dunno how you could express such creative thoughts!Keep penning, I know you were born to be great…and you are now… :)Have a beautiful MOnday!Yours,Amity
You fitted in a lot of prompts there! I read your OSI piece, liked it but was unable to comment. You may need to check and re-post
Intriguing words!
Well done!
Well done!
I found myself thinking so many different things when I read your haiku . . . ghosts, insanity . . . powerful stuff.Andree's Haiku Bones: Infestation
Oh, this is just lovely. I whisper to myself all the time.Great stuff.Melanie
thinking outloud… fluent in whispers… now thaz perfect… it is somehow comforting to speak outloud in a silent sorta way…. and you whispered so well…. possibly for just oneself in private…
This sounds sad to me. Maybe because it has rained all day. Suites my mood.