What Silence Is This
by D. L. Fitzpatrick
Wednesday, March 12, 2003
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What silence is this that swirls about me? What chill as cruel as death?
My moods are tears and quickened grief.
Joy eludes me and pain flings upon my
soul like winds upon shivering trees.
Frightened am I of the moon; I turn mine
eyes away from ecstatic stars.
I cannot rest though the firelight sparkles near my bed.
Memories like phantoms beset my brain:
One familliar face, sparkling as sunlight, smiles sweetly through my mind: O tis thee, my Belov'ed, tis thy face, thy smile, which maketh me tears like flowing streams.
And lo, I shout thy name into the nothingness of night, and offer orisons for thy return.
I should die, I muse, I should die,
For thou art gone and shall not return.
My fault, I know, my fault alone!
For in my rounds, empty as dull applause,
I neglected thee, Thee who's love was light wherein sweet tidings o'verflowed;
Thee who's inmost self is graven upon my heart; Thee whose love I shall but crave 'till I from volgar life depart.
o copyright 2003
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|Reviewed by Regina Pounds
|Excellent!So eloquent, this silence.
|Reviewed by Birdie Houston
|Through thy silence.... love`s voice can still be heard thine eyes captured poetic shores|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|Reviewed by Melissa Rives
|beautifully expressed, lovely language!!|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|I love the imagery in this and the word usage is lovely...superb poem...|
|Reviewed by Christine Morell
|Beautifully written with grace
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Wow. Riveting. Every word.
|Reviewed by T. Emilie Dybevik (Reader)
|I was SO in the mood to read some of this! I swear, a modern day Shakespeare. Don't go whispering this stuff in a girl's ear... OH what it might do! Very well written .. it said so much and felt like a catch 22 of emotions. Thank you...Teresa|