It’s black —
this lack of words;
a void…
too cold.
I only hear myself
reflected darkly
between each heartbeat;
caesurae
of the muted nights.
It’s black —
this lack of you;
devoid
of glow.
Despair by Max Kurzweil
Tonight at dVerse we have a guest prompting us, please join us writing about the kind of silence communicating more than words.
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July 31, 2018
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Even with the dark edges here, brother, you are ever the romantic. They say that love is the common denominator in the universe–I think expressed through poetry and music.
You’ve gone really dark with this poem, Bjorn, and the image is just right for it. My favourite lines:
‘I only hear myself
reflected darkly
between each heartbeat;
caesurae
of the muted nights’.
You’e given form to silence more so than hue. Nice write Bjorn
much love…
Oh, that’s a bleak silence.
You have used the silence to mean so many things, all dark and hollow. Bleak but touching too.
You touch on the isolation that lay on one side of silence, and you do so brilliantly, Bjorn! Well-done!
Lots of deep pain expressed in the silence of this poem. Loss is difficult whether physically or simply loss of connection. Love your caesura of the muted night!
The lack of words is a void like the absence of a friend.
I love this poem … and anything that glows.
Did you ever have a Glow Worm sleepytime toy? I have one now. I sure love those babies. Mine’s blue-green, but I really want a pink one.
I hope you get your glow back soon.
I take it there’s a silence prompt. How somber. I would have to make mine about silly ants, if I had time to write. But it’s back-to-school week; can you believe that?! Already! Getting school clothes, going to meetings, etc. Not much time for poems. 😦
It is the blackness that aches for someone loved ~ I love that part of hearing one’s heartbeat~
To hear silence can be the lonliest.
I like the way you pop caesurae in between lines, a break in line and meaning.
I can feel the void, the silence of loss..sigh
kaykuala
I only hear myself
reflected darkly
between each heartbeat;
That’s how deafening the heartbeat seems to be! It affects many in such trying times of loneliness, in fact!
Hank
Wow. That is a great description of an aching silence. Loved the coloring of it.
Dripping with emotion.
I feel the chill…
Great description of when we’ve had enough of ourselves and need an external influence.
Silent- yet full of texture. You described it well.
Loneliness and silence although sometimes are rejuvenating , but I guess excess of everything is bad.
Achingly dark….loved the second stanza..!
This is delivering all the feeels
Such a sad feeling to this, this silence when someone disappears in spirit
It’s interesting how the world silence evokes blackness. Also a feeling of being between. (K)
Moving last stanza; love the repetition of ‘It’s black…” with a slightly different meaning; the pain is palpable.