Always Silent Comments

Love is the flaw of the human race. I'm in love with one but bound to none, like the moon yearning after the sun....../// superb and fantastic expression

A masterfully crafted poem, dear Ma’am Linda....10+++

I'm like a player before the keys who plays a tune that is meant to please; but keys are silent within the heart - always silent when lovers depart. beautiful comparison with the silent keys that play the music. love i s a mystery. tony

... and your images are superb.

Great narrative, story telling from observer to being the lover involved... your sadness was effectively projected and felt by this reader. Thank you very much for sharing.

You have a mastery of this form of rhyming poem and you're great at weaving a story. I saw the two lovers and the one leaving on a boat wearing a shirt as bright as the sun. Thanks so much for sharing!

Nice poem. Does pain really help an artist fathom deeper into the mysteries of the heart? Good combination, parting lovers, sea, sadness, emptiness of heart... everything fits into place. The last stanza appeals to me the most.

reply to veebdosa@aol.com just like it was back then.

Well hello, Linda, I just found you again, I guess. I was looking for FROM BEHIND, but do not see it here yet. Did I ever quote the dedication page to my secondt book of poetry, LOVE POETRY? It reads, and I quote, ...Dedoicated to Maya Angelou, who put me onto some of the secrets of Edgar Allan Poe's writing, and to Linda Marie Van Tassel who showed me how to add a little spice to it all, and to Megan Lankford, whose Photographs are the inspiration for much of this poetry. I will send you an autographed copy if you let me know where you would want it sent. Love always to a beautiful poet, Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet.

the rhythm is PERFECT., a unique piece mam

A pleasure to read, Linda, fulled with excellent word flow.

the measureless azure the gold of day found their way into your echoing silence beautiful – M’am Respects rehan

I enjoyed this poem so much I can not tell you...how stirred I was with familiar pain