A Silent Heart

Written in a style of old and with the guidance of a poet I have forgotten. Perhaps Keats or Byron. They would be sick to mentioned alongside this I'm sure, but what can they do about it eh?

A Scratching pen, the depleted inkwell

Be my only sword in this well-known war

To best myself and reveal how I fell

Upon white sands, forlorn, until saw

Did I of you, Sweet Rose.

A name's nature. 

Your soft skin that the very air did take

Care to leave no mark. 

A portrait capture.

Which leaves no man in doubt that God did make

Land and sea for sight of yours alone;

Make He a face for eyes and voice for ears,

Yet were those divine looks to turn to me

Oh, the cruellest host, the dreams of my fears.

For ever if you gaze at me, please,

See only space, devoid of even breeze. 

Author's Note

I wrote this a few years ago. I believe I was just trying out a style I liked when I was in college. I just like the idea it has been catalogued. Reviews welcome but this is more for me than anything else. *Pride shielded*

Reviews

[keith]

there are several strong lines of imagery

'be my only sword ...'
'... forlorn, until saw
Did I of you, Sweet Rose.'
'See only space, devoid of even breeze.'

wonderfully written and well thought offerings all in a single verse

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

The pen yields the greatest power ... it immortalizes forever a memory, a person, a feeling. All things live on in writing, those things that otherwise would be forgotten. Write on my poet friend, write on!

[Tom Float]

I could not agree more, the pen truly conveys all humanity has to offer. Thank you for your time and words!

[Kelly Scheppers]

I believe it channels Keats - and ever beautifully so! Simply a joy meeting you, Tom!

[Tom Float]

Well you've just made my day with that. That's very sweet of you! I shall gladly read some of your writing as soon as I have some time, hopefully later today.

[Kelly Scheppers]

...no problem - do take care!