Echo Of Silence Comments
This tortuous canyon coiling its jagged edges
razors through the sinewed sediments,
deluvinations of painful fomentations
plowing through acres of rock and soil
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Beautiful poem. SEAMUS THANK YOU FOR SHARING MARIO ODEKERKEN
a wonderful poem of remembering nature at it's best written with a sad heart of lost loves nest? .............superbly written.
Neal, Don't know if this is my first or second time with this one, but what stands out When the moan of the wind wanders through the canyon and presses on, the vacuum of silence... This is a vivid picture for me. It brings to mind my experience descending into the Grand Canyon. And this They say time heals all wounds, but but does it not canyon... Canyon is a great verb. Holding first to beauty in this bittersweet existence, Glen
Greetings, Glen! Always good to come back and find your incisive thoughts and responses. Thanks again, and hope that all is well with you! Now that I finally have a respite of time, I will pop over and see what you have been up to. :) S
To me the aftermath of a close relationship resembles a pile of ruins crumbling on the landscape of life. This personal metaphor is my inner shorthand for that difficult loss. I never really see those ruins, but I try to imagine them as picturesque. My image imposes the work of human hands on the landscape, but in your poem, landscape itself speaks to you of what was lost. You read a landform shaped by sedimentation and erosion. For me your poem resonates deeply because it parallels yet contrasts with my own inner image. I give it a 10 and a fave.
Denis, thank you for your very insightful and introspective reply. It is always refreshing to see a piece through the lens of another's experience. I can very much relate to the visual of ruins on the landscape of our own experience. A vivid representation, Denis. Thank you! !
The echoes of wounded heart expressed so powerfully, in such poetic words ! ! ! This tortuous canyon coiling its jagged edges razors through the sinewed sediments, deluvinations of painful fomentations plowing through acres of rock and soil and the sinking ache of a heart stranded, a single boulder brooding over the center of a stream passing by without a glance. Ripples of water dancing past, splashing— or laughing ?
Greetings, dear Bharati! ! I have been away again, and once more I am delighted to return and find your kind words. Yes, the deeper the impression upon the heart, the more volume there is to draw from. Blessings, my friend!
I had to come again and read this poem, which has been with me since yesterday. Rarely a poem (mostly song lyrics or a melody) become a sort of obsessive and repeative pattern within my mind, but this poem, is almost addictive, with such emotion embedded, and poetic clarity of expression; it touches every fibre of my being. Thank you.
Thank you, Mihaela, for coming back. I am blessed to know that we share the resonance of the human experience, both in the experience and again in the writing. Thank you for your inspiring and gracious words! Be blessed, Mihaela!
If I change the cayon for dales, this so reminds me of Whethering Heights kind of story, the power the love, the unattainable love. such a powerful read and totally enjoyed it. Annette; -)
WH, one of my favorite stories. So powerfully captures the nuances of the reality of non-Hollywood human relationships. Thank you, Annette!
I think this is one one the most powerful poems you have written. It tears at the soul with the startlingly accurate description of the canyon's formation and the unhealed wounds of love. A great image and most convincing. This is a deffo for my favourites' list!
Hello, Tom! Back for a few moments to dispel rumors of untimely death or perhaps literary exile. Thank you for your feedback, as always. I was contemplating the pain of unhealed wounds, relationships that never had a chance, but left deep, silent scars. It is amazing how our minds can re-ignite the force of such dormant, but yet still powerful emotions. Be blessed, good friend!
When the moan of the wind wanders vacuum of silence scribbles mind more. Sound that is never heard is heard more carefully. An interesting poem is shared here very wisely crafted...10
Thank you, kind poet, for your gracious and provocative words. Be blessed, my friend!
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7/18/2025 8:47:12 PM # 1.0.0
They say time heals all wounds, but does it not also canyon the fragile clay of human hearts? Your answer can never be the echo of a yes that never was…..Beautiful and touching lines.