With Empty Solace

A pondering on words written.

With empty solace a pen strikes
Upon a page blank and white
A flurry of words do take flight
Not caring much who dislikes

Whimsy and want in careless plight
Desire’s passioned response caught
Scrawled in scripts quietly fought
Burning in vision, words as light

Desire spent in convulsive ire
A soul laid bare for all to see
Look though darkly reflected be
An accusation is lost entire

Though words are written affect
Words not read as if not made
Words not written, no parade
Too many words only deflect

What say you, mighty Prince?
What say you, my Princess?
Words not liked to meet excess?
Cloistered now, all words hence?

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Thank you for sharing...:)

[Patrick]

really enjoyed the fourth verse because it made me read it a few times, causing me to contemplate message...too many words only deflect, so true

[LA Lorena]

I am always partial to this: more formal, rhyming poetry, although it seems less popular these days than it should be IMO. Loved the first stanza, in particular, the first two lines....writing is really like that, as you've captured it here.