I’m nearly worded out,
not one inspires tonight;
not one hits with clout,
but a story I’ve to write.
not one inspires tonight;
not one hits with clout,
but a story I’ve to write.
Few stars whisper hope,
in a ceiling, coal black;
tell me I can finish now,
just some morale I lack.
Spurred on, I try again,
to get few words to life;
alas, none feel my pain,
silence cuts like a knife.
No story lives for long,
Can a silence be a song?
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| November PAD Challenge Day 28. #novpad28 |
The month of November sees the Poem-a-Day (PAD) challenge, hosted by Robert Lee Brewer at Poetic Asides. Day 28 theme is to write a “_____ story” poem. This month is taking a toll on the muse, this blank in the title had to be filled with “No”. Maybe it can change later, who knows?
© (28/11/2011)
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.
Lovely Indeed.. the beauty of your fingers.. to write something from nothing.. hats off..! 🙂
Alas, but words flowed like honey in this poem of yours…only they are poignant…:(You never lack for words to write Leo…
"Can silence be a song" what a beauty. This reminded me' of the incidence of lord Buddha. Lord Buddha was to begin the sermon. All disciples sitting in silence. Lord Buddha came with a rose in hand. He sat in silence with the rose in hand. Did not utter a single word during the whole sermon. One disciple Sariputta stood and started dancing with ecstasy. He had received the intended message of Lord Buddha which others didn't get to understand.Excellent words ensamble.Keep the flame buoyant.