Silenced

Who from will or want

could wish as villain know

when love in prey of sail 

might then descend

alight in cuff and moon from heaven's ode

Who among as valiant spar

should dare or brave to task

to grasp the flavored spring from winter's lair

though blade approach in sheath so amply wed

from husk to veil of golden lock and bed

Who among the olived lanterned heart

would ever start to say or touch or slow

your lips dipped softly rain as nightly bowed

to share with me in life's mortality

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful flow of poetry and I enjoyed how you used the language. I liked the questions asked and the gentleness/power of the words written. This is poetry my friend and thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Perdition]

Thank you Coyote Poetery..as I said it was written or so it seemed from a previous life as I was writing it and not necessarily the Elizabethan Era. It just came out and I didn't ask questions but Akashic Records Universal Mind, Collective Consciousness, etc..seemed to all just be there at the moment and not all applied but what little we truly know right now in this time//space continuum I think ..think I might have worked at The Great Library of Alexandria as well..strange that I wound up working in a Library in Alexandria working in the Archives during this lifetime...but out it came and thank you, my friend and fellow poet. Appreciate the kind words. Will be by soon to read and what a wonderful discussion was spawned with many wonderful poets from this experience as well. Yourself included! Many thanks!!

[Coyote Poetry]

I read the ancient writers mainly. I gather their wonderful flow of thoughts. I did enjoy the poetry and you are welcome my friend.

[Perdition]

Ars Poetica fan I take it..lol. Praise to the Horace Whisperer! .lol Off to dreamland, I hope Coyote, Many thanks!!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend. I am off to nap-time.

[Ken e Bujold]

I find this latest to be endlessly fascinating P. the subject matter as you well know is in my wheelhouse, what i explore all the time. the diction is sparse but full of intrigue. But what really set me off was chasing the influences i see here. of the most recent dead poets: Yeats and TS are here, but going further back than that the rhythm is akin to the romantics, Keats in particular... and then it's all joined up with the grittiness of Bukowski and Acorn (canadian working man poet extroidinaire) ... as i say a very bewitching read. thanks for the fun

ken

[Perdition]

"I am haunted by waters"..lol. WOW, Ken~ I have waited and waited and waited for reviews such as these. Reviews that speak in honesty and history...although I did not intend the ghosts I must confess and reply in a simple yes, lack of sleep and that wild muse combined find me scraping into past lives I feel..seriously.otherwise, I cannot explain what overcomes. You are a true gentleman and I hope to return this favor...Perhaps in Elizabethan ;) Seriously, I've been awake and writing for several days now and I don't want to muck up a review after such amazing help as this. The input and help I am ever indebted ~~ So basically I shall return...Thud!! ;) A million times over...THANK YOU!!

[Chris Shaw]

I checked your posted artwork first which reminded me of my fear of blades. An unarmed woman whose fate is about to be at the hands of an aggressor. I read your lines and hoped he had a change of heart. Your final stanza is romantic. I see contrasts in this poem between dark and light and hate and love. An intriguing write

olived lanterned heart

that is memorable. Thank you Perdition for the read this morning.

[Perdition]

Hmm...Well, how should I say, Love is love is love, and twice again where there is love it gives and yes, receives; so in this hand, only death can take from me the hope of dance, till then every ounce of romance given life will never fade, as well the gift of poetry should strive to prove. Every beat of heart from pen to page. Maybe one day my curtain will be free as love itself, until that day, I am bound as always. Thank you so very much Chris~

[Lisasview]

Good morning from early morning here in Spain,
I found your words quite interesting and actually reread it several time.
Feels like a poem of deep love.
I always enjoy “Old English” style poetry…
It moves me to that time…
To me there are loads of wonderful metaphors and I love metaphors.
Perhaps you did not intend that??
There are quite a few lines I love…
Lisa

[Perdition]

Our intent as poets/writers is such a strange peculiar thing...we live below writing above and cast our shadows into the landscape here and there, never quite knowing the sun we block or bring. Perhaps you could put those lines into a universal bottle and send them out into the Akashic black sea so I can hear them repeated and wonder myself..Thank you for this kindness Lisa~

[Kelly Scheppers]

I'm feeling traces of Poe and Keats throughout your verses. What a contrast, huh? Perhaps I'm way off, but that's what I'm picking up on. What gave you the inspiration for this? I'm curious. It's quite mythical in its reading. Great writing, Joseph!

[Perdition]

Wine and a memory...I had no idea of the unfinished lines as I passed over into sleep. The muse simply took my hand and did her bidding w/out my knowledge though I did breathe a smile before the dreams did come! Thanks Kelly~...;)

[Kelly Scheppers]

My pleasure dear Joseph, all mine!